„The moment that you feel that,
just possibly, you’re walking down the street naked,
exposing too much of your heart and your mind
and what exists on the inside, showing too much of yourself.
That’s the moment you may be starting to get it right.“
I used to think that I am writer. I always thought of myself as a writer. But the truth is I can’t finish any of those stories in my head. And what’s worse, I can’t even seem to tell my own story, because I am afraid what people will think about me or worse, that nobody will care. But maybe it’s okay either way. Maybe it’s not about what others think or if others care. Maybe it’s about sharing a part of yourself, knowing it might not matter to anyone but yourself. Maybe that need to share is what makes me a writer more than any of those stories I can’t tell.
So I will try.
I can’t promise you any exciting or funny or clever stuff here. If you choose to read my blog all you’ll get is me. My stories, my thoughts and everthing that matters to me. It will probably get pretty dark and maybe even a little crazy, but I guess this is me.
I am a writer, that’s what I am.