writing

the massive amount of reading on/about/of blogs i did last week taught me so much, then left me feeling empty. i find myself once again standing at a intersection, don’t know which way to go. though most of the blogs out there are not quality writing, but the few that’s good humbled me, and reminded me of my love for this form of art. i love music, i play cute little songs on the piano, but really i am only standing outside of the door admiring it. i love art, i design stuff, but being visual is only part of me. i love literature, i think that might be just the thing that can complete me. how do i go about pursuing it though, i am so far behind? reading, massive amount of reading, spend your every waking second reading! and stick to it! that’s the part that i’m most likely to have problem with.