I stare at this blank page and think of what to write. I have been writing on just about anything since 14 without any trouble expressing myself. Blogs, on the other hand, seem to have an intimidating effect on me unlike pen-and-paper writing where ideas continue to flow and i keep writing until my hand hurts. Perhaps it is the notion that whatever is on my mind that I put to writing, random people get to read - that thought alone is spooky. I have always thought of myself as not an open book. Not that I am afraid of what people will say or think - I could care less. People talk, but people forget, too. I choose not to compromise my personal life. With that in mind, I blink multiple times and continue to think, but that contradicts what writing is all about. When you write, do not think - free your mind. Then again what and how much am I willing to share? This is not the first time I have made posts on a blog. What my issue on blogging really is - privacy or the fear to write with the idea that my input is not all too sensible - I would say both. In time, maybe I would be comfortable enough to ramble on about anything. I see blogs that are useful enough to me, sometimes even comforting. In that view, I can fine-tune this blog into that sort of thing that people will find helpful, fun to read, and maybe even consoling in a certain way. I am not too sure if I am already up to challenging myself to write every day. Again, this is a kick-starter. Pens up for now (figuratively speaking, of course).
