I’m a “non talking expressionist” type of man. So that I’m writing.
You will barely see me complaining or angry about something openly. I prefer to write it all in my blog. I can express joy, sadness, anxiety in just a few sentences.
I’ve been blogging since 2004, 2 years after the launch of the first blog engine (blogger.com). A little too late but then I’m happy with the fact that I write when most people would like the option to chat in a chat-room rather than having wasted the hours trying to write something when they are online.
I love reading and writing, two activities that supposed to be partnered. And I admire writers, simply because they deserve to be admired. It is not how you tell others about what you write, it’s how they address your writing. How people brought into your point of view. It’s just.. not easy. I know several friends who also love to write. They write anything, anytime. Yet they feel writing is not as easy as 1, 2, 3.. So if you feel the same feeling, I should tell that’s normal.
Sometimes you like to recall your life by any reason. And recalling your life is like watching somebody playing your role in the shadow. It is somehow disturbing, yes. But it is not, when you read your story of life written by yourself.
I live my life just like you do. I am as real as you are. I’m just a writer.