My mind and writing.

I think that I am in a bad place a lot lately, both mentally and physically. And as much as I would like to say that all is well, it really isn't.

I have started to write again and reading old shorts and little segments that I have written in the past, I actually think - no, I actually believe that I am not bad of a writer. In fact, I would like to write about my experience in boarding school after watching St Trinian's a couple of weeks ago. My experience, I have to admit, was not the same as the girls in that particular school, but I can somehow relate to it.

Also, I realised that I used to love writing so much, that I have like five to six books with poems and things that I thought were stupid at the time but I think I will share them with you sometime.
That said, focusing on one thing is quite difficult for me. I struggle with words in the sense that I never know whether it's appropriate or even any good at the time, which can be said about my writing as well.

When people win awards for the way they write, I am always fascinated by how they managed to achieve that and then I sort of picture them going over what they've written like a million times and that's when I have a little giggle (giggling right now thinking about it*). But I have decided that from now on, I will not prove read my writing. I'll just type it up and hope for the best. Of course, I will check a sentence if I see the red line spell checker because I am curious that way. Anyhoos, we'll see how we get on...