I used to gush about all this creativity I had in me. Nowadays, I feel a little like that. But I don’t have that natural flow in my writing anymore. I didn’t used to need my special set of word-prompts to prompt my posts.
“Do I have nothing else to write about?” I posit myself. Under certain perspectives (Mommy and Mental Doctor!), I am wasting time online. There’s some nuance to get the right words in a post. Or are the problems occurring because I am getting better? Better at writing? Could be.
I wonder about the longevity of my blog though. Will I keep it up? Heck, could I even make money off of this crap? We shall see. We see shall. Nope, didn’t work Yoda-ishly well; work didn’t Yoda-ishly well, nope. I am the cooliest.
Magenta Roses by Lila’s Musings