Will people even read or care?
I’ve been meaning to write again but just didn’t have the energy and drive to do so. I guess it’s no use locking away the sadness and anger. If I start expressing them again they might become fuel for more creativity. I just need to remember not to overdo it.
It’s true that artists can be their best when they’re miserable. Not that I consider myself an artist since I don’t have the training for that. But I had my share of creativity fueled by loss and things in between.
Another thing is that I don’t have a conducive space for creativity. The big white desk I have is mainly for work and music noodling. I should dedicate other space like maybe where I am now. It’s good space because it’s where my phonograph player is. And probably a good idea to move music making to this spot instead of my work area.
We’ll see how it goes.
