I need a reason to write.
Yes, the post before this one (if you actually wasted your time reading it), was borne from this problem;
I feel like I have nothing to write about anymore.
I took up a job as a writer for GreenlightNG. I write for them twice a week; nothing fancy, just articles reporting things that I consider interesting. I have no idea why I did, seeing as I’ve been wailing about how I never have time to write anymore. But I felt like I needed it. I needed something to make me open a word document and type something that isn’t related to anything I do between the hours of nine to five on a weekday.
My girlfriend asked me yesterday; “Does the maverick no longer have a perspective?”… I didn’t tell her, but that was one of the most painful questions I’ve been asked in a while. In a good way though. Because now, I want to write again. I want to find that pot inside me where I drew my ink from.
Ugh… I’m just sha complaining.
Let’s see how this goes… one day at a time, yes?