Sunday, September 06, 2015

I really don't know

Why I made my blog private for so many months
Why I woke up one day and felt like it was something to hide
Why I felt like it wasn't readable
Just because it felt private all of a sudden?
To share with the world so openly my musings
To tell stories
To write garbled songs of seemingly meaningless (or meaningful) meaning
But tonight I was reading a post. A really good post I wrote. And I felt like I couldn't relate to the talent that was the writing. The sheer volume of humour. The snide wit. The sneaky punnage.
I felt ashamed. And I felt like I shyed away from that writer.
And in doing so I forgot how to write.
Readership or not, writing doesn't have to stop.
But in my case, my writing did stop. My writing depended on the blog being private or public. I think.
I really don't know though.

1 comment:

  1. I love how raw this post is. So you. I love that you're back. Along with your chubby forehead.