In fact, I thought of writing all weekend. I woke up with uncontrollable urges to write. But then, I sat in bed for a little longer contemplating why I woke up early, and then the urge was gone and overtaken by holiday tasks. Oh, the holidays. I keep thinking how different this year's events are from last years. Last year I was living with my mum and destined that it would be my last Christmas in Atlanta. And here I am a year later, with fewer activities to keep me busy, practically bored out of my mind and still living in Atlanta.
But that is not what I meant to write about. It was something more poignant.
I've been transitioning my efforts to the new, "Anita Writes" site where I write about my solo adventures. It's sad that I am finally shaking off my wings to launch that site at a time when:
1) I do not feel like writing; and
2) There are fewer events to go to or just not enough gusto to attend them.
The site is up. It's just not as filled with updates as one would expect. In the last few weeks, I have been out. Some of my outings have been quite memorable too but I just have not felt like writing about them. Need to stop being lazy, girl.
What do I envision for the #AnitaWrites site?
I envision that it would be so popular that people would instantly invite me to their events. That I wouldn't have to scan the Internet looking for events that are either free or cost little or nothing that I can attend and hence, write about. That I can encourage people to go out alone, not with a group or waiting on their best pal, alone. That most importantly, I can remove the stigma that accompanies venturing out on your own. So people can stop staring at me like I've lost my damn mind.
So with all that said, can I just sit down and write?
What do you do when there's silence on the other end?

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