Californication used to make me want to blog. It always sort of spoke to me.. to the literary side of me I guess.. But lately it doesn't do it for me anymore. I don't like that...
It worries me about maybe losing this already underdeveloped side of me. Because, believe it or not, I enjoy writing. I can't really explain why, but there is just something about the weaving of words that feels good.. I miss it occasionally even. Even when I'm not in the mood for it, I sometimes wish I were.
Still it might be the show, it's missing something at the moment. I don't know exactly what, but it was more interesting earlier. Maybe Moody is not moody enough anymore, that might be it. Maybe he is lacking the alluring quality of screwing up his life at the moment. I really wish he would write something, I really think that would liven up it a bit.. Bring a little more depth, maybe..
Anyway, it could still be me.. I changed.. But still, I would like to keep a sliver of my joy in writing. I think I might start thinking about a story again..