At the moment, I am struggling to write. Well - to be more precise - I am struggling to write anything I would deem "of worth". So, it just feels apt to chart a small part of my development as a writer - hopefully that should induce inspiration, banish back-to-school-blues (I return to school tomorrow...) and, moreover, stop me from being so darn hard on myself.
|My beloved Year One Writing book|
I suppose I am my own best and worst critic; in the sense that only I really know what it is I want to convey within my writing, so the guidance I provide myself will be, more or less, perfectly catered to me and my project, as opposed to a general rule provided by an external influence. But, of course, I never really feel that there is any merit to my writing; positive comments, commendations and complements are all lovely and greatly appreciated, but they only seem to prick the epidermis - they never sink in. And so I push myself, and push myself, and push myself - in the hope that I will become a better writer and, also, in the hope that I will have an epiphanic moment in which I see my writing with fresh eyes; see it as others see it and, perhaps, see it positively.
I must apologise for rambling so extensively (more extensively then usual!) and for not posting any substantial, "meaty" - even - posts with an element of fashion, style or art within them for a while. I have become quite the neglectful blogger...again! This whole matter of "being-unable-to-write", mingled in with my almost incessant exhaustion, has been far from wonderful.
But what has been wonderful is the continued support The Den has received throughout the course of 2012 and, now, 2013. Every page view, comment and follow means so much to me - even when, much like now, I'm so inexplicably tired and in this frustratingly apathetic state.
I would love to round-off on a more positive note - perhaps about exciting upcoming posts or some exciting plans of mine. But I can't; I don't have any plans - exciting or otherwise - and The Den has been kept and, to some extent, will continue to be kept on the back-burner until I feel more like me