It's amazing how theraputic adressing a blank screen can be. It's like the sane version of talking to yourself. I don't know who reads this (well, that's a lie. I live with some of them) or how much it impacts them, but writing can be like dumping all your bags at the front door after a long hard day.
What's also amazing is how this anonymity, this... complete freedom, that so many millions around the world enjoy, can be the place to unburden yourself. How ironic is that? Posting all of your secret thoughts, your dreams, your musings online, for the whole world to see... the perfect escape.
So I'm going to try and do just that.
Once a week I will be posting a letter here on my blog. A letter addressed to someone I may or may not know. Maybe something I'd like to get off my chest, without having to face the aftereffects. Maybe something I could never verbalise but always meant. Who knows. It's a writing exercise I'm adopting from the private Livejournal community plagiarismhaven I'm a member of. And hopefully it'll make me fall back in love with writing again. I'm rusty. And I miss my Parker pen. xo
