I can't believe this hasn't fallen to the wayside yet.
It's just, I don't know, here - forever on the realms of the Interwebs. My life. For what, nearly six years?
What am I doing back here?
I bartend now. Only a single day a week, open to close on Tuesdays. It's the best day of the week. I don't know how I landed it, to be honest.
In either case, there was someone who was in that told me how important it was to journal. It was a weird thing, to be completely honest - this guy, I don't know who he was, it was his first time there. This guy preached on the importance of journaling. Doing exactly what I did so religiously for a good chunk of my life.
So here I am. He said be it two sentences a day, just do it. And he's right. I don't do this anymore. I don't write anymore. I have a feature-length script idea that I've worked on for about two years now, piecing it together, that I haven't started writing yet. I have a good half of the treatment done. Did I tell you? Script-writing is a new dream of mine.
Is it a problem of motivation? Sure, maybe it is. It could be because I'm just not used to the whole processing of just sitting at the computer and letting my brain go on auto-pilot and let my fingers just flow. I don't know.
All I know is that there's been a lot brewing in my head lately, and I need an outlet. As of right now, there's only ONE person on my friends list that seems to be regularly updated. That's fine. Solid Snake, hi! Miss me?
I hope I get back into this habit.
I hope this helps.