Prologue

I haven’t write in a while. Not because I didn’t want to, I just rarely find the time and I have no muse. People say love is the perfect muse but somehow it’s not the case for me. I don’t write when I’m happy. I sing, and dance, and lights up when I’m in love. I only write when I’m sad, alone and halfway drunk. The muse just seems to flow out naturally when I’m not the best version of myself.

I used to have a blog. Back then I wrote about how I met my first love, I wrote about the break up, I wrote about anything that crossed my mind, I even wrote a love letter to my next boyfriend. But then I took a step back, I took a year off writing and it’s been rocky trying to get back. It’s not like riding a bike, when it comes to something that needs idea or inspiration you can’t treat it like an exercise. You need to be delicate and fully in the mood, otherwise it’s just gonna get dumped in a folder named “thoughts I will burn down”. I did have a folder like that. Mostly it involved my letters to a forbidden person that I wouldn’t even dare to speak his name.

So anyway. I think I’m ready to go back to writing. I do hope this time I won’t be pulling the old “write 5 stories for a week and went missing for the next year” like I always do.