So the sky is blue and the grass is green. Ok I feel like that’s a beginning of a poem but poetry is something that I write for myself (well at the moment anyway). Topic = Writing.

At home people think that I spend a lot of time on the Lappy when in reality I actually only come on here, well in the evenings – around this time to, well, write. I never had an outlet before, ever. It was always me you know there, doing whatever with no outlet – like a headless chicken (buk, buk – that is the right sound isn’t it?). Although I did/do write (paper or Word usually) when I’m upset – a lot. It eases the pain if you get me, kinda like writing this blog except writing on paper or Word isn’t announcing it to the world like I’m sort of doing here.

Plus by writing on here, I don’t just write about the bad. I write the good, the bad and the potential messy. It's great anddd people read it –
they r-e-a-d it!

But that comes later, my main focus is to write for myself and that’s me being honest. I don’t write to please people, well when its rambling like now and not in perfect reading order like now, I am, because writing is a personal thing (although of recent with more and more people that I know coming to know of this blog, I’ve become slightly self conscious of what I write).

My all time favourite quote (well one of them anyway) is by Sir Graham Greene – yes he is English, no I don’t think he was knighted but yes he is a Sir, as I knight him for this quote:

"Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those, who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear, which is inherent in a human condition"

I mean how perfect is that quote, ok so, not PERRRFECT perfect but it’s pretty great huh? Because I used to wonder the same thing! And this was BEFORE I knew this quote existed (someone should really Knight me, Sir Truth’s_Razors – unfortunately women can’t get knighted and the equivalent is like Dame or Lady or something: Dame Truth’s_Razors or Lady Truth’s_Razors – patooey!)

Ah when I write it’s like Woooooooooooooosaaaaaaahhhh (I said that yesterday too I think – I loveee Bad Boys! The film - don’t even think it).

Seriously though writing really does give me a release, it’s like I don’t have to edit my thoughts (well not all the time) and I can write as long as I want without any disturbances (except my mum or sisters or brothers or nephews or incoming texts or stuff), what I mean is my thoughts are typed up. I can read them back to myself another day and think wow did I really think that? Wow that was witty and clever and all things great! (I joke)

I’ve also been considering moving this little collection to one of those fancy blog websites but then I think I’m too weighed down by the idea of managing it – you know all the pretty layout stuff (which I haven’t done since wow, um lower 6th – AS ICT so have probably forgotten how to do it anyway.) And also since you know it’s only been what, a couple of weeks writing daily blogs, hardly anything really so I may actually run out of juice by the time I set the other thing up.

NOT TO MENTION that it all started here, me freeing myself (Ha! What an expression!) So I feel obliged to stay until I’m old and grey!

Oh and since I’m here, I may as well mention that writing everyday is great but really wouldn’t fit in when I start working (fulltime) in the next few weeks. A shame really. I wish I could get paid for writing this. It's so much more fun.

Wow I’ve over written today by 100 words or so – writing about writing – crazzzy.

Sigh, The pen really is the tongue of the mind. [Miguel de Cervantes]