Returning, I still experience that same old feel of apprehension when met with a blank page. All that white space. All that potential. What should I write? How should I write it? How will it be received? Will anyone look at it? Is my writing worth reading? Is there any point in keeping this blog? Should I just delete it altogether?
Hopefully my writing has improved and matured. If it hasn't then the past 10 years of practice has just been wasted. And so I have returned to my original intention to just write and keep writing.
Don't ask for regular updates, for there will be none. Ask not for continuous stories, for it shall continue to be fragmented.
This blog shall be used for short stories, little essays and studies on things. Feel free to comment. Positive criticism is welcome. Nasty criticism is not. I have had enough of that type.
In the journey to becoming a word smith and a writer who is worthy of the title, one must be able to learn, improve and take criticism. One must explore and adventure through many stories and styles of writing across many nations and continents. One must study language, it's inception and those who have become obsolete. And more.
The journey as a creative artist is neverending, always learning, ever determine to improve. To write, to draw, to paint that perfect masterpiece.
To my fellow creative artists: May we never lose the fire.
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