I didn't realize fully how I missed writing. Whether it's a song poem, a story or song, as long as it was something that I made wholly for myself. Being in the business where writing press releases, marketing and advertising copies, sponsorship letters, regrets and appreciation, it can get to you in time and you will eventually lose sight of why you are considered a writer in the first place.
True, nowadays, people find the drive or motivation to write in a more monetary rewards, and I will admit I myself had been drawn to be just like them. Unfortunately, despite the many pics that I took with my phone regarding the places I've been to, food that I've sampled, events I had attended, I never can seem to stay put and write about it. Guess I really am one of those people who rather write about themselves or their thoughts, than write for the recognition of others, and hopefully the recognition of brands as a potential source of online advertising.
Reading had used to fill my time, along with other hobbies. And without realizing it, reading had in some ways taken a back seat to other pursuits and finding the joy reading once again via the use of my devices, I had recaptured the excitement it brings me. The agony of having to put down an unfinished book in other to go about your daily tasks, the constant wondering about where the story is heading to next, the frustration at having come to a cliffhanger of a series and the next one isn't out yet, and the emotions as you are drawn to the story. The feelings that reading a book can elicit... oh how I missed it so.
It's lame, true, to share my passion for the craft and the hobby, but there are days in the life of everyone they just need to vent, plain and simple.
