There. That sentence took ten minutes to compose as it was deleted over and over while I tried to think of an opening line. So I settled on what I would say to my best friends if asked how come I didn't write anymore. It's because I have no faith in myself, and I suck. That's the kind of attitude I ran with for months while procrastination morphed into quitting. Around the time I stopped calling myself a writer I took up story telling for a table-top role playing game with some friends. Perhaps it was because of the game that my creative spark ignited; or maybe I just had so much to say to the world. I did learn one thing: I am capable of entertaining and even moving people.
I can start writing again and maybe become good at it. I'll ramble a little at first and learn to open up about my thoughts and feelings and eventually, if all goes well, maybe I'll actually make something worthwhile, if not on paper, at least with myself.
