Every creative person needs an outlet. Be it sewing, painting, gluing pictures on wood or writing, without that outlet, the creative being will go insane. The past has lead me to understand that I have a penchant for putting together words so that those reading will get a certain image. Either one of happiness, professionalism, sadness or anger. Personally, I always thought I was an illiterate idiot.
Or, me and words no good. *grunts*
Living in a rented home with a restraint on space along side my boyfriend ,his brother and our neurotic cat, I am unable to provide myself with a customized space of creativity. Therefor, I have started this. The internet allows endless space for creativity, you just need the know-how to use it properly.
So now begins something that could be grand, or something that could be embarrassingly miserable. Here I will not pretend to be who I am not, but at the same time I will not continue the facade I have developed in the real world.
Here you will read nonsensical babbling, see random photos and just be subject to experinencing the WWW version of the moleskin journal that is kept in my purse. Not so much a journal or diary, but a scrap book of musings and images that inspire SOMETHING within me.