I am working on a screenplay of sorts. I have a few new short stories that I am in the midst of developing. But I am also in the middle of an exam week right now. Today I woke up with a strange need to write. I haven’t felt this urge for a couple of months now. I am dreaming of filling up this space with thousands of words and photographs. I would never let this go even though I’d tried in the past.
Reasons are not important. My motivation is. There are ups and downs and sometimes I wish I didn’t have them, but there have been part of me for as long as I can remember. Maybe I was looking for wrong reasons. Maybe I asked the wrong questions and I received no answers. It makes sense.
But I am right here. I am breathing and I am doing something.