I'v sort of forgotten how to use Blogger because i haven't used it for a long while now, but give me time and ill have this shit under control. ;)
I just wanted a place to write. A place to let out whats in my head and in my heart so i don't explode.
I could do it in a book of my own, all to myself, but i feel the need to share what i have in my head.
The artist within me feels lonely when no one sees my work.
Good or bad, I would love to know what others think.
I wouldn't consider myself to be a great writer. Or a good writer. I pretty much failed in English at school. And could never write an essay to save my life. But i was always complimented on my poetry and story telling. The two things that seem to crawl around in my head, especially at night, screaming to get out. And if i don't get them out quick, they either disappear into thin air or change into something completely different. And usually what i thought of at the beginning is better than what ends up on paper.
Sometimes I'll get confusing, or I'll trail away from the subject at hand because I'm thinking a million miles ahead of what the subject is about.
So when reading my stuff don't expect it to be perfect. But i do wish that it is at least good and that everyone enjoys reading it.
Thanx.
Lisa.
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