You may have noticed that I’ve been M.I.A. from this blog for 3 weeks now. It’s not that I don’t have anything to write about. Truth is, lately, I haven’t felt inspired to write. At all.
I just got back from a pretty amazing weekend in Chicago and I could probably talk about it for days. But I don’t want to write merely for the sake of writing. I want the words that I write to mean something. It’s what I aim for everytime I write. And I can’t do that right now, so I’d rather not write at all.
In other words, how Peyton Sawyer feels about her drawing is how I feel about my writing.
I want to draw something that means something to someone. You know, I want to draw blind faith or a fading summer or just a moment of clarity. It’s like when you go and you see a really great band live for the first time, you know, and nobody’s saying it but everybody’s thinking it: “We have something to believe in again.” I want to draw that feeling. But I can’t. And if I can’t be great at it then I don’t want to ruin it. It’s too important to me.
I’m sure inspiration will come back to me soon and I will start posting again. I just dont want to rush things. That being said, if you’re reading this, thanks for your patience and your support. It means the world to me.