Smed has commanded me to dance...er, I mean, to write, damnit, write.
So I'm writing. And since I'm writing, I am going to issue a plea. Someone, ANYONE, find me a Mahnah Mahnah rington - for the US please. Apparently, if I had a UK phone this would not be a problem. I've been looking EVERYWHERE. I MUST have a Mahnah Mahnah ringtone and I must have it now. Yeeks.
Moving on. I really have no idea why I haven't been able to write much here lately. Although I have a theory and that theory has to do with reviews. In the past, I had submitted this diary to a few of the review sites. I have no idea whether the link to my reviews page is still up and really, I don't care. I don't care about reviews, I just care that YOU like me, you really like me
But, some of the criticisms I got from the review sites must subconsciously be sticking with me because I hear that voice in the back of my head, "Why try writing when you have nothing to say, no one wants to read your daylogging, no one wants to read your blather, just shut up" so I sit and say nothing. My own internal critic is harsh, yo. Man, mellow out.
So I know, I keep saying, I'm going to come back here. I'm going to say it again, I'll do like Smed suggested, I'll come here daily and just open the box, even if I have nothing to write. I'll do my dadgummist to come up with something, anything, and who knows, I may become actually inspired to write something with meaning. For now, you get blather.
