This is a letter to my reader.
I guess every wannabe-writer-cum-random-blogger does this every now and then. Its because we want to know if anyone is reading what we send out into this giant black hole called the virtual world. In my case, that is exactly what i feel i'm doing. Or, actually i'm not doing most of the times.
That is what this post is about.
That i haven't been writing. And its not because i've been too busy, or too low, or too preoccupied, in fact its not because of anything.
And i'm sorry because of it.
I like sending my words out into the this alternate virtual universe, wishing and hoping that someone somewhere in the corner of this world is reading. Because as i'm sitting here at home, gorging on plums i realize this is what i love. THIS. Writing my heart out and sending it out in the throes of a million possibilities.
There could be a million things that could happen or none. And I love not knowing.
Its called floating in the cosmic universe. Little bill hicks, little master Oogway does that to you; you should try it.
See, I like talking to someone I don't know, someone who doesn't exist, even to myself. I mean, even I didn't know i felt this way before I wrote this post!
So, i'll be writing more. If someone reads me, WOW! If someone doesn't - that's fine! I'll force my friends and family to read it. ; )
And, I'll keep reading this blog myself! I am a narcissist, yes.
But that's not the reason I read my own posts ("not obsessively", she says to try and repair self image : P)
It's because i want to be a writer.
