Nothing to Write?

So, for months and months now I’ve been trying to figure out what to write, if I want to write, and how to go about all the ideas I have.

Obviously, I’ve gotten nowhere.

See, I love to write. I’ve dabbled in sorts of categories, but I always end up forgetting how much I love it, because of the lack of loving what I’m doing. Got that? Good. See, I’m not much good at Fiction, Non-fiction, Articles, Long stories..etc. I like to write from experience. I find that you never really truly can say (or write) anything in honesty if you don’t fully know the life, the emotion, the full experience. I feel that all I know is that it can happen, or might happen or has happened. Not even then, if I haven’t personally been there.

I’m a believer, but a realist. I do dumb things and think smart things. I think dumb things and do smart things. I make stupid decisions, but act responsibly. I love in a second, but stay on my feet. I moved out on my own, and live across the street from my mother. I’m a Christian but think Christians are wrong. I’m a weird mix of a people and I have perspective.

I also live a weird, sometimes happy or un-happy life. Sometimes tired, but willing and sometimes just lazy. I’m not a gardener, or mother, or wife, or even a cook or writer. I’m just me.

I take pictures, draw pictures, find good deeds to do, work, watch kids, work some more, keep my friends, have a drink in the sun, make silly faces, and talk about ideas. A LOT. My idol is Pinkytoast. If you don’t know who she is, Google her. She’s the most eccentric, creative person EVER.

From now on, Triond is no longer my place to just submit whatever I want. Each and every article (except maybe a few exceptions) I submit will be like a diary. I don’t care what all you wonderful (and some horrible) people think. This is what I love. This is what I want. This is what I’m going to do.

Either kick back and enjoy, and move on and continue to try to find more interesting things to do. Just remember, everyone has a story, just not everyone realizes that it’s never quite finished. Everyday is a new journey.