New Directions: A declaration, of sorts

I suspect no one reads this anymore; I would be surprised were that the case, at any rate.

I've made declarations before about writing more. The last attempt failed abysmally. This I realize.

I think perhaps I had written myself into a corner, as it were. I had certain expectations of length, of content, of being a high-enough quality to be able to at least post it to the few friends who actively peruse this humble site. Attempting to write that much on a regular schedule mentally becomes a somewhat daunting task.

But I like to think of myself as a writer, perhaps even a good one. And even though I can even claim to be a published writer, I don't feel justified to myself if I hardly ever write.

So perhaps smaller goals are in order. Maybe just writing anything, even if just a draft of a scrap, if done consistently over a longer period of time will yield superior results in the long term. I already have this blog set-up, as neglected as it is, but perhaps this can help me keep track of my progress.

I literally have 4 or 5 works in progress sitting on a folder. I intend to empty the folder, even if only bits and pieces at a time. I wish to work more on my creative prose side, but perhaps even thoughts for the day or reflections on events that occurred (this is a blog, I suppose) are better than nothing at all. That's the advice I always see authors given when asked how to become a writer anyway, and who would know better?

So, if you are that surprise I am not expecting, perhaps you'll enjoy whatever emerges from this nebulous task I've set for myself. But if I indeed, as I suspect, write to the void, I shall nonetheless be satisfied: as much as I would like to think my writings could elicit some positive reaction from others, I truly do ultimately write for myself. At least with the pieces that matter.

Silver sun rise up sky high
Fragment of stars come to life
It makes you come alive
Energy flowing all around

-HTMC