I remember grammar, læs og forstå, and always writing depressing essays.
By 13 it was poetry, long endless drones with every metaphor known to man. A child wanting attention so bad that drama was the way to do it.
Then back to writing for duty for the next 15 years, Essays, reflections, papers, and always hoping inspiration would strike so that I may find my lost voice.
Wanting to write more, looking for that elusive voice I had lost. Blogging became it; the essence recaptured, stories to be told, journeys to be dissected.
And now I feel like a writer again, that lost part of me returned, thankful and thankless, but of so needed. Thank you for reading the past 2 years.