Chapter 2

We all have the power to start again. To wipe the page clean.

So I’m turning it off and on again.

I know that I have a tendency to flit from interest to interest and I have in-depth knowledge of the weirdest, most random things. Yet the one thing that has remained constant in my life is my love of writing. I took breaks, I left, but I always come back. And now, I think it’s about time I do something about that.

The world is in desperate need of artists. There is never enough of people creating, simply for the joy of creating. What I write doesn’t have to be perfect. It doesn’t have to mean anything. It doesn’t even have to be good. I want to learn something from it, be it more information regarding the subject or evolving my writing style.

I want to write about the million thoughts constantly rattling through my brain. I want to write songs, reviews, essays, rant about whichever topic comes to mind. I want to inform, entertain, grow. If I want to write about the theme of death in Dracula, or the toxicity in the k-pop industry, or the descendants of the dinosaurs, then surely the internet is a great place to do so.

104. There are 52 weeks in a year, and 104 weeks in two years. This is part of my promise to you and to myself. Once a week, every Friday, I will post something. It might be a sentence or pages long. But it will be there, and by the end of the two years there will be 104 posts about probably anything and everything. I don’t know where I’ll be then. Or where this blog will be. But I can promise you this:

This page has been blank for too long.

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