When i first left home at the tender age of 12, i went with so much anticipation and excitement that i didn’t write to mom until i got a letter from her. There was no email at that time. Phones in boarding schools are controlled substances so in between orientation, doing laundry, going to classes, preps and whatnot i just did not make it to the phone to call home. I was young and inconsiderate. In hindsight, i can imagine how miserable my mom had been.
Back to her letter, here’s what i remember from it. ” …but i know with you, no news means good news.” As passive-aggressive as it was, i think maybe i was too young to read between the lines.
I am older now, but i think some things don’t change. I write when i am sad, mad or angry. I write better when i am pissed. Bombastic words would come out of nowhere and stories get more descriptive.
As for now, i think i am finally ok. Because i have been so uninspired lately.
So in respite from writing, i will read more. Engage with people more. Live more.
Please come visit from time to time as i will be writing from time to time…