a writing life

i am buying myself a computer for my birthday. this means that i finally will begin writing creatively again. writing is one of the few things i am really damn good at and when i am not writing in some capacity, be it journaling, writing memos at work, or blogging, i am somewhat incapable of really knowing how i feel about things. writing is how i figure myself, and the world, out. when i am writing, i am happy. oblivious. whole. in this vein, novelist Andrea Barrett has said: "It's hard to explain how much one can love writing. If people knew how happy it can make you, we would all be writing all the time. It's the greatest secret of the world." i totally agree.

it seems the stars are aligning for a (hopefully) spectacular and productive writing period for me. i just moved to a new city and i am not dating anyone. as a result of both, i am spending long contemplative evenings alone. i also have been actively working on self-discovery and self-repair, which is generating heaps of ideas, thoughts, and feelings. basically i have the time, motivation, and fodder. and now i will have the hardware! happy birthday to me.