Ok.
You caught me now.
I'm, well, back.
I know I've told some of my friends (ok, I did post something in Path and twitter but I highly doubt that people did actually realize how big was that decision for me) that I'm quitting this blogging stuff.
Truth is, as years pass by, I write lesser and lesser. I used to talk about everything - literally everything. I was fully exposed. People who read my blog knew my problems, my favorite movies, songs that I was listening to, books that I read or even the person that I had crush on (though I always put their name under disguised ;)). Not long ago, I've checked some of my old posts and decided to put a filter on my posts.
The main problem of me writing this blog under this account is that people know who I am - and not in a famous way. I'd like to think myself as kind of private (obviously I was - or am? - an open book for many people). But I do like talking. And writing. And thinking. And listening. And talking. And writing. It's like, I want to talk about myself and my problem in public and I don't mind if some see through it all, but not everyone. And I do realize that not everyone will read pieces of my mind, but sometimes the things that you wish would never happen do happen. In your face. And that's kind of suck.
That's why I decided to delete my blog. Because I felt like I couldn't talk about anything anymore. I had writer's block and I didn't have time to take care of this blog. Also, I thought I'd give myself some time to finish my book project (project that haven't even started yet). I mean I did plan to write a book. A novel, maybe. Or a short story. I haven't decided yet. But I'm pretty thrilled by the idea.
But, writing a book is so much harder than I thought. It's easy to put my mind into words when I'm writing a post, like what I'm doing now. It's harder to design a plot, a scenario, a setting. Still, I'd like to give myself a chance. The plan doesn't entirely flunked though. Even though I'm still blank about my book, I realize that writing is part of my life. It's what I do, book or blog.
I had so many paragraphs on my mind all the time during my I-decided-to-quit-blog phase. My fingers were itched to posts something - anything. And that's when I realize I CAN'T STOP BLOGGING. I can't let my seven years of writings just disappear like that. I mean I know I'm not what you would called best writer but at least I enjoy it. At least I have some kind of fingerprints in this world. Even if only less then ten people know about it. And maybe fewer who read them posts.
So I'm back. But I won't promise anything: a post a day, a week, or a month. There will be nothing like that. I'm just glad I'm back.
:)
PS. Was I being dramatic, deleting my blog and everything? Gee, sorry.
You caught me now.
I'm, well, back.
I know I've told some of my friends (ok, I did post something in Path and twitter but I highly doubt that people did actually realize how big was that decision for me) that I'm quitting this blogging stuff.
Truth is, as years pass by, I write lesser and lesser. I used to talk about everything - literally everything. I was fully exposed. People who read my blog knew my problems, my favorite movies, songs that I was listening to, books that I read or even the person that I had crush on (though I always put their name under disguised ;)). Not long ago, I've checked some of my old posts and decided to put a filter on my posts.
The main problem of me writing this blog under this account is that people know who I am - and not in a famous way. I'd like to think myself as kind of private (obviously I was - or am? - an open book for many people). But I do like talking. And writing. And thinking. And listening. And talking. And writing. It's like, I want to talk about myself and my problem in public and I don't mind if some see through it all, but not everyone. And I do realize that not everyone will read pieces of my mind, but sometimes the things that you wish would never happen do happen. In your face. And that's kind of suck.
That's why I decided to delete my blog. Because I felt like I couldn't talk about anything anymore. I had writer's block and I didn't have time to take care of this blog. Also, I thought I'd give myself some time to finish my book project (project that haven't even started yet). I mean I did plan to write a book. A novel, maybe. Or a short story. I haven't decided yet. But I'm pretty thrilled by the idea.
But, writing a book is so much harder than I thought. It's easy to put my mind into words when I'm writing a post, like what I'm doing now. It's harder to design a plot, a scenario, a setting. Still, I'd like to give myself a chance. The plan doesn't entirely flunked though. Even though I'm still blank about my book, I realize that writing is part of my life. It's what I do, book or blog.
I had so many paragraphs on my mind all the time during my I-decided-to-quit-blog phase. My fingers were itched to posts something - anything. And that's when I realize I CAN'T STOP BLOGGING. I can't let my seven years of writings just disappear like that. I mean I know I'm not what you would called best writer but at least I enjoy it. At least I have some kind of fingerprints in this world. Even if only less then ten people know about it. And maybe fewer who read them posts.
So I'm back. But I won't promise anything: a post a day, a week, or a month. There will be nothing like that. I'm just glad I'm back.
:)
PS. Was I being dramatic, deleting my blog and everything? Gee, sorry.
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