They Exist

Hello.

I've been writing. Just not on here. I've been keeping to my goal of writing or sketching at night. Some nights I turn out the lights, lie in bed, set my laptop on my lap (appropriately so), close my eyes and let my fingers go to work. So often at night, my mind cannot settle down. It runs and runs, and seeing how my head is so tiny, it doesn't have very much space in which to run around, so I lengthen the trail from my brain to my fingertips, with an exit out to my computer.

So where are they?

I'm glad you asked. They're saved in a documents file, waiting to be cleaned up- writing in the dark is an invitation for misspellings and incoherent rambling. Plus, some very open and vulnerable stuff comes out at night, and I'm a little hesitant to share it all out in the judgemental blogosphere. I know this blog is for honest entries, but let's face it, it's still the Internet. I do have some parts of me that I'd like to keep to myself. Call it selfish, call me scared, it's my blog and I can do what I want, so take that.