Lifelight
Hello there, lovely people.
You probably thought I had forgotten all about LJ but I didn't.
Well, not exactly, that is.
I've been busy with a lot of issues in my life and haven't been writing any fanfiction lately, except for two fics I am writing exclusively for a friend.
It's almost like I completely lost interest in writing, I thought, but that's not true either.
I just feel like the things I've been through, the emotions I've felt and have felt for either a first time or for the first time in ages had me on the borders of sanity. I feel like I can not carry my heart out to anyone (not with my writing or in any other way) when the tempest inside of me has yet to calm down a little more.
Also, I've had my head wrapped around the other parts in my life that spark my passion.
I've gone insane with cosplay for a longer while now and ultimately considered becoming a professional seamstress.
It's what I want to do.
But back to writing:
I've been picking up writing in my RPGs only a short while ago and it already made my fingers itch.
I want to give you stuff to read but right now I'm just not able to squeeze anything out of my brain. Putting emotion into words is something that's giving me the chills, so unless I'm able to do that, I don't want to disappoint anyone with publishing a half-assed piece of shit just for the sake of it.
Does that even make sense?
I'm not good with words anymore.
I don't even know whether anyone cares about this at this point anymore.
I feel like I'm patching my mind together over something that maybe even isn't worth it.
ANYHOE.
I'll still try, w.
/Kei
You probably thought I had forgotten all about LJ but I didn't.
Well, not exactly, that is.
I've been busy with a lot of issues in my life and haven't been writing any fanfiction lately, except for two fics I am writing exclusively for a friend.
It's almost like I completely lost interest in writing, I thought, but that's not true either.
I just feel like the things I've been through, the emotions I've felt and have felt for either a first time or for the first time in ages had me on the borders of sanity. I feel like I can not carry my heart out to anyone (not with my writing or in any other way) when the tempest inside of me has yet to calm down a little more.
Also, I've had my head wrapped around the other parts in my life that spark my passion.
I've gone insane with cosplay for a longer while now and ultimately considered becoming a professional seamstress.
It's what I want to do.
But back to writing:
I've been picking up writing in my RPGs only a short while ago and it already made my fingers itch.
I want to give you stuff to read but right now I'm just not able to squeeze anything out of my brain. Putting emotion into words is something that's giving me the chills, so unless I'm able to do that, I don't want to disappoint anyone with publishing a half-assed piece of shit just for the sake of it.
Does that even make sense?
I'm not good with words anymore.
I don't even know whether anyone cares about this at this point anymore.
I feel like I'm patching my mind together over something that maybe even isn't worth it.
ANYHOE.
I'll still try, w.
/Kei