6/27/2020

It’s been a really long time since I last wrote. I’ve been so involved with irl things, that I’ve not been letting my imagination play with the written word. I’m in the process of moving to a much larger place where I’m hoping to have more than enough room to set out all of my things. I’m planning on setting up a corner specifically for writing where I can set up a small piece of heaven and relax.

Some say writing is angst and sorrow. I believe writing is finding that moment where things are silent, soft, and fluffy. It’s a glow, a calling, a singular ringing of a prayer bell, the song of a bird in joy. I’m hoping that I can find that space once more so I can fluff out some of my stories and scenes, maybe write out some more poetry.

Until that day.