I used to sit down every thursday night and write.
I had a system.
I would read Baking with Plath, drink some wine, laugh out loud, then write. Now the system is gone. Actually, there is no system anymore. I need to find my inner soul writer again.
Maybe I killed her.
Killed her with schoolwork and lack of interest.
Oh yeah, speaking of interest....How about we touch on something else which has mysteriously disappeared from my nonlife.
Yes I said it...
Do you think it is shacking up with my inner soul writer?