Nide Z. Stannard
July 20, 2015
My intention–also my New Year ‘s resolution– was to blog weekly for the entire year. Three months in, sadly, I really got bored and uninspired. My blog topics seemed heavily encompassed by my own personal opinions and perceptions, that started to bore me. I value my opinions of course but I would rather write content that is thoroughly researched even if it’s presented as fictional. I journal daily and have gathered various material however, with all this material I have, I can’t seem to commit to a medium I’m comfortable with.
History, a lack-luster subject to me in high school and college, made an unforeseen return and I have found a new appreciation of it as an adult. Every story should have a little historical truth to it, at least I think so. It has also been a struggle to delve deep within me and release the inner writer.
Aware of the insecurities that bullied me, I constructed a plan to avoid any and all desires to start my “book” project. I acquired new skills and knowledge in photography and animation, illustrated some artwork, painted, attempted to draw and even tried a new outlook on life. Yet every night, when I place that final period at the end of my journal entry, I feel unfulfilled. I feel stuck, yet the insistent desire burrowing my “soul” whispers sweetly: “You can do it Nide!” I believe that sweet fucker too!