#interrogacões

Prefiro beber galão (leva mais leite que a meia-de-leite e é servido num copo com maior volume em vez de uma chávena). 

Good question. The obvious answer could be: I don’t know why and I’ve asked myself the same thing. The not so obvious answer tells another story.

I guess this year was not a good year for my writing. You start wondering why you’re writing and who you’re writing for and maybe you’re not good at that after all. Is it even worth it to write?

Work also got in the way. A job that has nothing to do with writing. You do more hours, you sleep less, you’re more tired, you write less, you find no motivation or what to write about.

You never share your writing with people from your routine and just let it be forgotten in this corner of the Internet. You can guess where this is going to end.

I did belive at one point that I could publish something but I could never survive just by writing casually some stuff. I never wanted to be “a” profissional writer or pay the bills with that. But I did wanted to write seriously  and take some sort of satisfaction from it, even has a side thing to a regular job.

Writing for me was like that thing that maybe I was really good at but you still need to work hard for it and I didn’t.

I also didn’t believe enough in my writing like I never believed in anything that I did. So maybe writing was just another failed project or denied aspiration because I always anticipate that it’s never going to work. And it didn’t.