Breaking the cherry

I haven't written in a while. At least one year now actually. I used to blog a lot on myspace but after a while I started having a love affair with facebook.





I used to dream about being a writer. I thought I gave up on it this year. I realized, that at 26, I was not what I had thought I'd be.

Unfortunately, the universe won't seem to let me. I keep hearing people in the radio and the news and it feels like they're speaking to me. No, I'm not crazy. I mean, the advice they're dispensing seems to be suited for me and I can't help but wonder if I should pay attention.

So...I'm dipping my toes in writing again. This is the first try. The first night I've tried to write something down in a long time. Like clearing out the cobwebs in a forgotten attic. Like losing one's virginity all over again. It's a painful and messy experience. I really hate this.

I've written enough about the wanting to be a writer thing already. I haven't actually done anything about it. I don't want to be one of those bitter 40 something year olds who are all talk and no action. I don't want to be the embodiment of that Langston Hughes' poem, "A Dream Deferred."

I'm 26 this year. 30 is right around the corner for me. The muscle that is used for writing has atrophied from lack of use. I need to practice and get it back up to shape. Denying its existance only makes me depressed. I'd rather be unfulfilled writing than not writing, if that makes any sense.

I know I won't be one of those renowned writers. I think I'm okay with that. Really, I am. I think when you take the fame and fortune aspect out of it, the pressure goes away as well. Those who stay are doing it for love.

This posting is my first. Hopefully they'll be more. I have no idea. I hope so.