0. Moth of... DOOM Has A Dream

 I haven’t written anything worth a damn in what has to be a year now and that has left me sad and gloomy. I watch the sun soar over my house, marking days filled with nothing. My ambition has become a hunger. I feel it burn in my gut. I can’t sleep at night because of it. In the cold silence, between the occasional dog barking, I hear my stomach speak to me in a low growl. It tells me to write… 

It’s safe to say that I’m more than a little disappointed in my writing output this year. Last year, I had an amazing output. I was just getting started and would write every day of my life. Every week I made sure to finish something and release it to the masses (like 3 people) and not just essays such as this but poems, stories, reviews, you name it and I’ve had my finger in it! Afterward, I felt satisfied and I decided to take a short hiatus. I stepped back. The only problem is that I never stepped forward again. 

Ever since the start of my hiatus, I’ve started calling myself a writer (even though I haven’t been writing in this period) but certain British seasoning enthusiast women would instead choose to refer to me as a ‘wannabe’ and I don’t think I can refute that because I love The Spice Girls and because since adopting the title of ‘writer’ I haven’t written anything. Now, I don’t know about you but writers are… and bear with me here, this is pretty revolutionary but writers are supposed to write.

I’ve read books on writing, given others writing advice, and spoken about wanting to write but I haven’t actually written anything. In my time away, my skills have grown weaker and I no longer exercise the same control I once had over words. You’ll notice in the very first line I imply that I have written this year but nothing I could be satisfied with, yet later on, I state directly that I haven’t written at all which was just sloppy of me and I’ve left it unchanged to further emphasize this point. 

I have decided that from this day forward I will post something to this blog consistently for… I have no idea how long and I have even less of an idea of what I will write about but I am excited. As of right now, I feel like evil Travis Bickle because I’ve got some good ideas rolling around in my head. Nothing’s off the table. I cannot tell you exactly what I’ll speak about but I can tell you about myself so you know what to expect. 

I am a literature-addicted teenager who enjoys all sorts of things. I want to be a writer not just any old writer. I want to be the very best and I will not stop until I am the best. Too bad things such as writing are subjective and there’s no way of knowing if I am the best. I guess I’ll have to keep writing for the rest of my life without stopping and I’ll be entirely honest, that doesn’t sound too bad!

I do hope that you too will enjoy this lifelong writing journey which we will embark upon! I’m not entirely sure what I’ll write about next but you can expect something because I, Moth of... DOOM, have a dream to be the best writer ever! That’s a lot of exclamation marks and I am not making fun of Martin Luther King Jr. I’ve just been reading too much Jojo.