Maybe a little more time

I've spent the last hour or two thinking about where to start out in this creative writing project I'm doing. It usually isn't hard for me to pick up a pen and be able to write, but it seems lately when I actually have to do it, it doesnt come as easily. I hate not having all the time in the world now, I remember being able to sit on my couch and relax, don't get that to often anymore. It's almost crazy.

I've had past blogs before, many excatly. Never have they been just based for one thing, it was more then anything an online journal, what life has thrown at me, what crazy things happened in all these years. I love being able to blog, I might not have been able to do it every day, but I got to it often enough. If I wasn't writing on here I was writing one of my books, one of many I never am able to show anyone. I've come to know one thing about myself, when it comes to my writing, I care about passionately. I don't let anyone look at it. Not because Im afraid of what they will say about it, but because I don't feel as if it's there yet. There is a big something missing in it that I haven't ever been able to figure out. But one of these days I'll find out what it is and the whole world can see it. <3