Randoms by Rach

Blog About Nothing

Oh my. I apologise in advance for this post. It's going to be depressing. I'm not sure what I want to say, really. I just feel I want to say something. I want to try to explain how I'm feeling. For myself, as much as anyone else.

Okay. So I've been in a bit of a funk for the last few weeks. I think maybe it's post-G.o.T. exhaustion. Maybe it's because the story I wrote for Love Shouldn't Hurt brought a lot of horror back to me. Maybe it's just that it's time for the sadness to return. I don't know. Whatever it is, it's made writing really difficult at times. And what I do write isn't all that good. (Except for my project with Joey, which is coming along fabulously!)

This is my confession. I got to the point last week where I was almost phobic about logging onto WDC. Which didn't make any sense, because this is my favourite place in the world to be. But the thought of writing, of "speaking" to people, frightened me. You see, it's crazy. I know it's crazy. I couldn't leave the house for about a week. I really don't want to go back there again.

But I think I'm starting to feel better. I'm on here, anyway. I've written a couple of stories, I'm writing with Joey. All is good. Really it is. It is. Wouldn't it be good if we could switch our minds off? Or swap with someone else. But I wouldn't wish my mind on another person.

I'm rambling now. This has, really, been a blog about nothing. I just wanted to say something, and this was the only way I knew how.