I had this feeling when I woke up. This feeling like the world wasn’t quite real. I sat up in bed and looked at the clock. The numbers were blurred and out of focus. I squinted to make them clear. 6:45. That’s not true. Wait, of course its true. I closed my eyes. I got up and dressed like I did every morning but I couldn’t shake the feeling that somehow the world was keeping itself from me. The sky was keeping its light from me, showing me clouds instead of sunshine. But I knew the sun was real. Every now and then it would shine through the veil, penetrating the shroud that surrounded it, revealing itself to me. but then the clouds would pull the light away with their rain and the sun would hide itself again.

So I’ve been wanting to practice my writing more. Not just regular writing, the kind I do day in and day out at school or work. I tire of essays and press releases and reports. I long to try my hand at creative writing again. At the same time I shy from the daunting task of finishing the book I ‘started’. So, for the next week or so (maybe more or maybe less, God knows I’m terrible with commitments) I will try to write something “creative” (I know, vague right?) everyday based on an inspiration or observation I get/see that day. I will try to keep them short and sweet (or sour) but no promises. I welcome constructive criticism (actually that’s not true, red ink hurts my heart but I appreciate the growth it brings afterwards). So yea, there you go. Feel free to nag at me if I stop posting posts.

Oh and I’ve decided that, in honor of my blog title, call this little writing thing an Album named, “Today is the day”. I will title each ‘track’ of this album and tag it with the tag #today is the day.