Still really missing writing. Still focusing on other areas of my life. Coming here and looking at my past works feels like I’m looking at someone else. I don’t at all miss the angsty stuff that often prompted my writing, but I miss feeling like I had that gift.

I did write a song recently—well, it’s not quite done, but getting there. But in the past, one piece of writing would often signify the end of a dry spell, and others would follow. Doesn’t seem to be the case this time. I guess time will eventually tell, but she’s a fickle creature and sometimes really likes to hold her cards close to the vest.