I don't know what's happening to me.
I love to write, I love it. Usually I have to draw myself away from the keyboard at 3 AM so that I might be able to get some sleep. Lately I haven't been writing as much. My notebook is still filled with poems I think of when I'm half asleep, and I've been working on a couple stories. But my Times articles?
I haven't been writing.
I used to look at any part of my life and get a spark of inspiration, then have to rush to the computer to write out my thoughts. Any part of my life could be turned into an article. Writing helped me. I could take any problem I had and as soon as I started writing about it, my head would sort things out, and eventually at the end of my article, I had learned a lesson.
I always wanted to write. My head overflowed with topics, unsure of which one to write about first. Sundays were my favorite days where I would check if the new issue of the Times had come out. Lately, I've had to think long and hard for an article idea, and I rarely even finish the articles I start. I often forget that the Times comes out on Sunday.
The Times isn't the same anymore. The authors I waited patiently to read each week are no longer writing, and most of the articles I read have no meaning to me. I slightly skim most of them, unless there's a rare article by a favorite writer, and there are never any new writers that affect me the way the old ones did.
My heart isn't in it anymore.
I'm slipping away from the one thing that kept me hanging on by a thread to Whyville.
Through all the changes, new additions, and good friends quitting, the Times kept me on Whyville. I logged in for a few minutes each day, to check my mail, and to read the BBS. There's hardly a reason for me to read the BBS anymore. The articles don't interest me and I haven't sent in any of my own articles in weeks. I don't know how it got this way.
But there's one thing I do know.
I want to write. I want to write like I used to; often and with enthusiasm. And I'm going to try. In any free time I have outside of school, homework, extracurriculars, and friends, I promise I am going to remember to write.
I don't think I'm going to continue my column, because my heart just isn't in it anymore, and writing one every week can get a little demanding for me with school this year. But I've missed writing. So I'm coming back.
I will write.