Eh. I feel like I’m not really going anywhere with this blog right now. The renewed enthusiasm I had for it seems to have gone. The ideas are no longer coming thick and fast. It’s more of a slow, dripping tap now. I can’t even be bothered to properly capitalise my title (though it looks better as it is, in my opinion; I’m not sure why I started capitalise all my titles).
I don’t know if it’s just the summer holidays, or a phase, or just a natural course of action. It just started to happen.
I’ve been reading a lot of books recently, hiding myself in the fictional world. I love books, I really do, but the thing that’s really nagging at me is that they’re just that: stories. They’re not real. Approximately half my life is based around something not real. I get irritable when I don’t have something that isn’t even real.
And then I’m just hiding from my sluggish blog in my fictional world, because what’s one undecided voice against millions of others?
Nothing, pretty much.