The Commentary Club

For a long time I have felt a pull to write – a sense that there was something inside of me worth saying. Almost as if whatever it was, was just there on the tip of my tongue with no outlet to share it.

I have made blogs before, agonised over the title, spent hours designing the homepage. Just for them to expire like they never existed in the first place. I’ve written short stories and scripts. Pages and pages of words and dialogue and plot. But something always happens that gets in the way. I get stressed at work or have a busy week socially and it just seems to fall off the lists of priorities. 

Anyway, here I am again writing.

I feel like I have a lot to say about a lot of different things. I spend a lot of time thinking about things, biting my tongue or not having the right words to vocalise what it is that I want to say. With writing, I have time.

I don’t think I’m alone with this. I think a lot of people have a lot of things to say but we’re just not sure how to articulate it. I’ve journaled before. In a notebook that I kept beside my bed. I would always write as if someday someone would be reading it. And not in a I’m going to die and they’re going to find my journal kind of way…in a this is editorial gold and will be published kind of way.

But all that really meant was I was just playing it up for the page. Now with all that being said… finally, welcome to my blog.