The problem with writing is that so much of it has been controlled and censored for most of your life, that it’s hard to let go once you get that freedom to write whatever you want. There is no reason to be afraid.
There is no reason to be afraid.
I keep telling myself that, and then I finally ended up here. If you write things down without wanting anyone to see them, it’s like having your thoughts left unspoken for the rest of your days. You go mad. Writing a diary is fine, but worrying about somebody reading what you’ve said and knowing who you are and what it’s all about sucks out all the fun and the purpose of writing, which is expressing yourself without fear. That is why the online writing community is a revolution of its own. Writing things that are meant to be seen by people, not to be concealed forever.
Starting a blog is something many people have probably done but only a select few have managed to keep going. I admit I did the same about a year ago. But now I feel that burning desire inside me to write, to type, rather, because I have this hunch that it’s going to make me feel alive again.
There is no reason in boring you about my life and all that kind of stuff, because a blog is not about what’s happening around you but about what’s happening inside you. It’s all a personal experience, a sea of sensations washing you over again and again with every new scene that takes place in front of your eyes like an old movie in Technicolor. So, what I’m going to do is that, like a camera, I’ll zoom into the character. My character. With a few glimpses of the surroundings here and there. Because there’s nothing I admire more than the ability to look at an object, any object, and build a world from it. I’m not sure I have that ability. But I’ll try and test it anyway.
There is no reason to be afraid.
I keep telling myself that, and then I finally ended up here. If you write things down without wanting anyone to see them, it’s like having your thoughts left unspoken for the rest of your days. You go mad. Writing a diary is fine, but worrying about somebody reading what you’ve said and knowing who you are and what it’s all about sucks out all the fun and the purpose of writing, which is expressing yourself without fear. That is why the online writing community is a revolution of its own. Writing things that are meant to be seen by people, not to be concealed forever.
Starting a blog is something many people have probably done but only a select few have managed to keep going. I admit I did the same about a year ago. But now I feel that burning desire inside me to write, to type, rather, because I have this hunch that it’s going to make me feel alive again.
There is no reason in boring you about my life and all that kind of stuff, because a blog is not about what’s happening around you but about what’s happening inside you. It’s all a personal experience, a sea of sensations washing you over again and again with every new scene that takes place in front of your eyes like an old movie in Technicolor. So, what I’m going to do is that, like a camera, I’ll zoom into the character. My character. With a few glimpses of the surroundings here and there. Because there’s nothing I admire more than the ability to look at an object, any object, and build a world from it. I’m not sure I have that ability. But I’ll try and test it anyway.
