My writing roots that is. There was a time back in my Myspace days that it was a rare occurrence for me to go a day without blogging. In fact, it was through that medium that I was encouraged to write my first book. I’d hear such comments repeatedly, but then those were the days when to me the concept of writing a book was a pipe-dream. Eight years later, I now have twelve books under my belt and I’m wondering what happened to my daily habit of blogging?
I miss the sanity it brought me on my darkest days. I miss the act of joking out my crazy days and the theraputic aspects of writing that helped me mature by way of self reflection. For me, writing is the medium through which my soul speaks and though I have never stopped in the sense of my being an author, somehow it is not the same.
Writing a book takes more work and focus. It takes time and diligence. Whereas sometimes I just want to be mindless with it and not contribute to a specific topic for hours on end. That is not to say that I don’t enjoy writing books, I truly do, there is simply nothing like it, but for those who drink coffee and smoke weed (I do neither, but hey work with me), coffee is the quick buzz you can get on the go. Its acceptable in all areas of society, whereas weed is the buzz that is a little more long term and best done in private. Okay that analogy sucks, and just goes to show just how much I need to get back into the practice of daily blogging again. That said, I am setting myself the challenge of writing a blog a day till the end of the year. They say it takes 30 days to form a habit, so let’s see if I can brimg bck a good one.