I honestly do not know what to put here. Its like asking someone to describe yourself to someone and the moment you give thought it to, your mind draws blanks. The world becomes dim, ever slowly fading into an abyss; a void of thought with unable to grasp at any sort of spark to say something coherent and relevant so your left muttering dribble like…
“Uh… Hi! ^_^ My name is Winter and I’m an inspiring writer,” which trails into the awkward attempt to conjure something from nothing to produce words and it fails. I stutter a lot and that opening has murdered me so many times.
Inspired by video games, anime, and movies; I originally wanted to start a blog to post my stories and display my writing prowess. But as I have grown, I wanted to use it as a diary as well. I believe myself to be an open book and thus I challenge myself to discover more about myself and others around me and do it unique and different ways. I question everything and I give my opinion to everything because who are we without a voice?
I want to write. I realize I don’t care what medium I use to it. Self-reflection like an diary or grand adventures of a novel, I want my imagination to roam free and conquer the canvas that is known as a blank page in the same way that those of history did. I want people to take something away from my writing. To be inspired like I am when I read and with the feeling, take and give back to someone else.
I know I have a long way to go and I have plenty of room for company. Care to share this journey with me?