A Little Bit Of Sunshine

"Do not go gentle  into that good night Rage, rage against  the dying of the light" - Dylan Thomas  ~~~ It's in the wee hours of a Sunday night that I power up my laptop, and after a moment's hesitation, type "Writing prompts for a blogger" into Google search. I should feel ashamed for stealing, but I'm not. I tell myself I only need a peek and if genuine inspiration occured...then it didn't really count. I tell myself the internet was teeming with ideas, so nothing was truly original anyway. I remind myself of the full year I struggled to fill a blank screen and a tiny Kilmonger began yelling in my head: "Is this yo' DREAM?" I should feel ashamed for doubting myself, for typing it, but I'm not. The only thing that shames me is that it took only a moment's hesitation for my fingers to start tapping away. For Kilmonger to win. Next time I'll take two moments. And a meditation session. And a lengthy cup

It's in the wee hours of a Sunday night that I finally decide to brush off the cobwebs covering this blog, and fight off the ghost that's made a home in my archives. The battle was long and gruesome, but in the end victory was mine. Locating the broom however, is proving to be my next challenge. Please, kindly mind the dust. I want to say writing again feels like a breath of fresh air, like my shackles were untied and the world makes sense again... But mostly? The pen feels weird in my hand and I'm learning that awkward silences exist on paper. But mostly? How do we make friends again? What used to pour from me like a river is now a tentative trickle, and the words are getting lost along the way. It's taken many tries, lots of caffeine and a rescue party of one to ensure their arrival to you, dear reader. The question that led me here, sweet-talking a  webpage: Was I a writer because I wrote or did I write because I was a writer? If the former was true