Enough, enough already.
Enough with the moody writings on the wall!
Enough with the vague philosophy!
Enough with imitating my favorite blog-writers!
Enough with not caring that nobody posts comments!
Enough with finding a fine balance between the personal and the public!
Enough with people being completely uncomfortable about me insisting on having an ecclectic blog! Enough with the experimenting!!!
Yes, my silent friend, I am through with that.
Even Hannah's have a limit to their perseverance.
I ain't got no answers, honey. I don't even think I have mood swings left to share at this point.
If it ain't working, it ain't working. I love writing, but not in a vacuum. I love writing in the dark most of all, but I shall wander by myself before sharing. It's time for a change of strategy.
I thought of deleting this blog all together.
Yeah. So. But.
My mum made me promise not to, some time ago. Plus. Every single time I have been exactly on the brink of deleting it before, someone sent an email with positivity & happiness regarding my writing. That must count for something. The universe must care a little bit.
So instead, I have a writing project to work on, another script to write for the summer. I'll post some observations based on that for the time being.
Fa shizzle (= the latest word to say 'cool'/'for sure') that for this script, I will be returning to a Zoolander-level of writing. I will be writing about a place not uncomparable to the Zoolander Centre For Kids That Can't Read Good And Want To Learn To Do Other Things Good Too. Other inspirations: School of Rock, l'auberge espagnol. And Braveheart of course, can't forget about Braveheart.
When that's done, who knows? Perhaps I will have travellings to tell you about. Or partying stories. Perhaps not. For now: "Deal with that!"