An itching wish to put something down on paper that can really, like.. REALLY… REALLLLY let me know that I have in fact created something worthwhile. And by worthwhile, I don’t mean better than anything else but rather… just this relief that the words were always working their way to something kinda special inside of my head. Maybe it’s outright crazy to wish and hope and oft than not even, hmm, let’s say secretively believe deep, deep down and wholeheartedly that what you can one day get to put down on paper really, really can… make it all worth it, I guess. I don’t understand the wish to be remembered ‘cos, well, I won’t be here to see it, even if such a totally random thing were to happen. So, yeah, that’s in my opinion a rather… oddly vain wish for someone to have inside of their mind in the first place anyhow. So, yeah… it’s to… just… follow that rule of thumb at least I think I have always kinda attempted to follow: to write something that makes me smile and finally makes me understand what it actually is to try and be creative. And also just how much that approach to something passion-filled bleeds into pretty much all other aspects of my life. And that is something which I have had to work very hard at given the extremely personal circumstances of my OCD. Yeah, that’s it… for today anyhow. Tomorrow, I’d really like to sit down and see how and why my head comes out with the stuff it comes out with and to, yeah… even maybe read it aloud to myself, even if I know it won’t appear to roll off of the tongue at all anywhere near how I want it to… sound. But that’s kinda extra hard to get to, I guess, if you’ve no bloody visual representation in your mind… to fill in the gaps? So, yeah. Keep on keeping on, I say, and if it feels like a rather, let’s say, rigidly expressive kinda… ‘futile’ attempt at… hitting all of the nails on all of the literary heads while I go at it then that’s what it can feel like, and truth is, it feels amazing!