Four and a half years later. Wow.
Today I read some of Eldridge Cleaver's "Soul on Ice", specifically his letter to his attorney who he falls in love with. It inspired me to write.
I like writing. I want to write and I want people to read what I write because sometimes I feel I have a way with words. I just don't know what to write about.
Timed writing? Word limits? Just go for it?
I feel like I'm stuck in a crossroads of my life. I'm ready to go one way but something is holding me back. My location? My mind? Maybe the crossroads are the internal versus the external...More importantly, I feel stuck...Why do I feel this way? I'm ready to change my lifestyle but economics and family matters keep me locked into the old to a certain degree...
This is coming out like a diary. I want to say something more relevant to the rest of the world but right now all I can seem to dive into is my own mind. I hope you don't mind. It's therapeutic (for me).
Maybe everyday I'll write until I don't feel like writing anymore.