I believe I owe you a brief explanation.
I haven't posted on here for over a month. This hasn't been because of anything particularly tragic. In fact, the last few weeks of summer and the first week of college have been the best weeks of my life, bar none.
For some reason, though, I just haven't been able to write. I sat down in the 8th floor lounge in my dorm with a pen and a notebook and tried to get that little spark of inspiration that sets me on writing tirades, but for some reason I haven't been able to find it.
I tried typing something, but after a few paragraphs I read over everything and hated it. I had poor word choice, I didn't seem to have any direction planned out, and I didn't have any one liners that needed setting up. It felt like I was forcing it and it wasn't budging.
This is that "writer's block" I always thought I was immune to, I suppose.
Running the risk of sounding morbid, could it be sadness or general discontent that drives my writing? I hope not. I hadn't planned on being morose in college.
I think I'll try my hand at a story now. Hopefully I can pick up on tangent.
