it was in my about me, and the link used to be in my sidebar but now it’s gone, which is purposeful, because I forget how much I like my blog to be about me in a more obscure way? I like to use my blog to represent myself online while not… worrying TOO much about how I come across… because I’m not in an important enough position in the world to have to fashion an image like that, and that feels like something I need to remember right now. you did not ask for the thought processes behind my blogging and revamping my blog layout, I’m sorry.
I’m also sorry that my writing blog is a gray wasteland full of nothing but unedited, overemotional vomit garbage that I for some reason feel compelled to dump on the people on the internet, rather like this personal blog of mine, as a kind of catharsis. AND especially sorry that I’ve not posted anything new for ages and ages.
I’m planning on rectifying that very soon. I took a little detour from finishing On Writing, the end of which marks my return to writing on a schedule, because goddamn it, I will write, every day, again. I will not grow rusty with disuse. I will not squander my mother’s faith in my abilities, and I will not forget that there are people like you out in the world, drawing inspiration from me.
do you know how much this message touched me when I first got it? I was overwhelmed. I think it might’ve been the last thing I read before I fell asleep, because I wanted it to be right there in my head. or maybe it was the latter; I wanted it to be the last thing I read, because it was so kind, and generous, and wonderful, and seemingly impossible. every time someone comes forward, claiming I’ve done something like this for them—inspired them, helped them win an emotional battle, comforted them in a way that’s allowed them to love themselves better—I am overcome by the sense that there is a purpose to what I love to do, and a purpose to my trying very hard to be what I am. it’s life-affirming and gorgeous and I am deeply grateful to every soul that offers such feeling.