briefly
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
I don't know when I will write or what I will write. I know that what is on my heart is far too personal for this space. I know I will never speak ill of certain people, or even tell stories that you as readers may use as a basis of judgement for them or me.
I may keep writing, and will probably even write here again. But that which is important to me and really represents my heart and soul will never again be published publically.
I don't know if I am any good as a writer. But I do know that I can't exploit myself or others like I did before. I know that my past may be fodder for writing, but it is too personal to actually share like this. I also know that anonymity on the internet is a farce at best.
I honestly believe there is a way to profit from my past. But I can't do it. It's not in me.
And, as for my future... well, I just don't have what it takes to live a life that generates stories worthy of telling. And those stories I do have mean too much, and hurt too much, to tell them.
I may keep writing, and will probably even write here again. But that which is important to me and really represents my heart and soul will never again be published publically.
I don't know if I am any good as a writer. But I do know that I can't exploit myself or others like I did before. I know that my past may be fodder for writing, but it is too personal to actually share like this. I also know that anonymity on the internet is a farce at best.
I honestly believe there is a way to profit from my past. But I can't do it. It's not in me.
And, as for my future... well, I just don't have what it takes to live a life that generates stories worthy of telling. And those stories I do have mean too much, and hurt too much, to tell them.


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