Today is the 11th August, 2007. As I sit here, typing, I feel the time move on with me. Is it an age thing, I wonder, or have I finally matured with time (forgive the pun) and accepted that nothing stands still.
I write a lot, almost every day, and I feel blocked at most times, yet ponder on and find that writing equilibrium and enthusiasm.
With the writing comes a sense of immortality, something that live long after and hopefully indefinitely. to give our legacy. a witness, of sorts, to our lives of which we hold hope and meaning.
I have decided that this blog will serve as my creative diary, of sorts, and I will find that time to have a daily insert of my moods.
So read and comment...
Roy
About Me
- roy weltman
- I am, but a reticent ascetic and introverted expressionist where my daily contact is concerned, yet in my writing I find myself vibrant and assertive. This has been my experience of living. Yet with the coming of love my deepest of self fantasy is realized through the energy and positive selflessness of another who refuses to allow me my recluse lifestyle and lit under my soul a fire to burn and be what may. So chance it I shall…
2 comments:
Awesome, man. Just awesome.
Your writing touched me - I can't wait for more, especially when you manage to unblock yourself. Hopefully the words will gush out then.
Don't we all wish we could be immortal? Just for a day?
I hear you, friend...I hear your.
Peace, bro.
K.
You should submit some of your work to Red Pulp Underground. You are a good fit for them. http://www.rpwriters.com
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