Two posts away from fifty and I still don’t feel strong enough to post important things on any of my blogs. Even though I vowed on every single one that I would be a better blogger. I fail because life gets in the way of writing. Good writing takes time to cultivate and the truth about my life is that I am getting the time or making the time to write.
I get slivers of time like now and I bitch about the good writing I am not being able to get to. I try to relieve my mind of anxiety in hopes something great will appear. When I started this post, I wanted it to be longer. I wanted it to have depth.
Damn. Damn. Damn.