I find it eas­ier to write when I’m upset. I have no prob­lem mak­ing time to put my thoughts on paper. As a mat­ter of fact, I can’t stop myself from express­ing the thoughts that are roam­ing around in my head. When I’m happy, it’s hard to set aside time to write. Instead I spend my time doing more things that make me happy. Any­thing but write and lately I haven’t been writ­ing here or any­where. Well except at work.

I tell every­one writ­ing is my best friend but I’m ter­ri­ble to her. I only come around when I need to vent. I can’t be both­ered with her when I’m off enjoy­ing life

I’m work­ing on chang­ing that. I want to be bet­ter to writ­ing. She deserves that from me.  So I’m apol­o­giz­ing to writ­ing. I apol­o­gize for tak­ing advan­tage of your friend­ship. I apol­o­gize for only lean­ing on you in times of need. I apol­o­gize for ignor­ing your calls. I will do bet­ter. I will be a bet­ter friend a bet­ter writer. I promise.