I’m finding it hard to keep up with both fiction and fact, and I’m starting to let the two blend together in my mind. I’ve been writing more earnestly on my other blog, but it may just be out of familiarity with the subjects I like.

Another writer once told me that I should be comfortable in “writing what I know”, and not so preoccupied with how it comes out. She had some trouble trying to come out as funny, even though she can be quite funny in person. I like to think I can be as well, but rarely (if ever) do I get the chance to use wit in my ramblings and streams of consciousness. I feel that the less preoccupied with delivering a punchline I am, the more likely I am to strike at someones heart or mind. I like feeling like I can affect someone other than me.

I’ve been quite under the weather, and I think I’m being distant. Sometimes I like leaving others wondering if I’m alright, so long as they don’t ask me all the time. It’s an atrocious habit, but a hard one to break.