There was a time when I would never have drafts. I said what I wanted to and when I wanted to. Drafts never saw the light of the day and died an incospicuous death.
Now I have over 15 drafts. I don’t know how to pick up from where I left off. I don’t know how to live the emotions I wanted to write down or describe what I saw.
Words evade me and remain stuck in the drafts.
I am begining to wonder if blogging remains my thing to do. Am I doing this space justice. Do I owe this domain anything. And if I do, am I delivering?
Am I being too arrogant to think I can pick up where I left of ?