A lull of 5 years and I'm blogging once again. More so a hiatus of the inclination to put pen on paper (in this case; fingers to keyboard) than a hiatus of thought. Also, my less than reliable memory had stashed my brief dalliance with blogging somewhere in oblivion, which is why it took me this long to get back into it.
Ok, that was a lie. Not the part where I forgot, though. I really did forget about this & was a bit staggered by how different my 5 years younger self is to the current me. Anyway, in all honesty, I have actually been procrastinating the attempt to blog... & I have been thinking of starting one for quite a while. Ehem. Moving on.
So, I tried to create a blog today & to my astonishment, here it was, my old blog, waiting for me to return just as I left it, like the Shire did for Bilbo, pristine & unaffected. I return with war stories I cannot tell & a somewhat jaded soul. It has been quite an adventure ... with many trolls, goblins & dragons defeated.
Unlike Bildo, however, I have no reward to show for any of it. No small chests of silver & gold... nor an indestructible ring of immeasurable power. However, I did acquire a gorgeous gold necklace & a bracelet somewhere along the way... but then I'm straying far from the topic at hand.
There is much to be written. The soiled, grimy strands of thought tangling & untangling inside the muck of my brain are claustrophobic & desperate for release. Desperate for an outlet. As I told a fellow blogger earlier today, some things just need to be written down.
P.S: the references to The Hobbit were made in abundance owing to the fact that my bother's copy of it is occupying the sacred place of 'currently reading' on my nightstand. Some books, you just don't tire of reading. Amen.
