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Yup. That’s me. Bad Girl, Bad Blogger, Bad Writer.
I haven’t written in a month…maybe a month and a half. That’s right, folks. A month and a half of no writing. How, you may ask, can an aspiring writer not write for a month and a half and still survive? I don’t know. I barely survived. True, I had Mock Trial Competitions (my school made it to second round Regionals!) and it was the end of the trimester at school, but I don’t know why I stopped. It’s not even writer’s block, like this adorable little kitty. I can write 50k in a month. However, I just stopped. Like that. Stopped. Don’t know why. No reason. 
Shocking. I know. I’m shocked too. When I write, it’s because I need to. If I don’t – especially for prolonged periods of time, I choke up, I become shaky and stressed. I lose sleep, constantly want to curl up in a ball and vomit until there’s nothing left in my stomach, claw my eyes out with forks…you get the idea.
I made a New Year’s Resolution to write more. Write and write and write and write and write. The past month and a half has been an EPIC FAIL at that. I don’t know why I don’t write. I need to, just like I need oxygen to breath, but I don’t. I promise to fix that.
I made a promise TO THIS KITTY. To fix it. To write. I shall.
And then yesterday, I wrote. I finally sat down with blank sheets of paper and just wrote. I think I shook with the brilliance of it. It was like wanting a big bucket of ice cream for months and months and months and then you finally have it and you can’t eat if fast enough, because you’ve missed it so much. Yeah, that’s how writing was.
I didn’t write anything good. I didn’t write anything special. I just wrote. Because, as all you writers out there know, we need writing to live. It’s as simple as that. And in that fact, in that imperfection, the words are beautiful. Then so, too, is the writer.
