As winter break begins, it is time for me to get busy. Ironic right? I just got released from busy work and yet here I am, throwing myself at the business. I promise it’s for a good reason. I want to get busy with. . . writing.

It’s been around two years since I’ve written something for my pleasure (apart from Odyssey). I suppose you could say that I was in a sort of hiatus. You know how sometimes artists are inactive for awhile because they are trying to find themselves again? That’s what I was doing, trying to find that passion for writing once more. Finally, after two years, I realized that I could not wait for it to come to me, I had to look for it. That is why I must make myself busy. I have to create pieces that I am proud of instead of just putting half the effort and time. What’s the point when I know I will hate those pieces in the end?

After two years, it finally hit me. I did not need inspiration, I needed motivation. I used to think that motivation went hand in hand with inspiration, now I know that it’s not true. However, I knew a little too late; before my eyes, I had lost both. Honestly, I don’t want to go through that again. If I am to be serious about writing, I must act like it. It’s not that my feelings are irrelevant, but more so that I can’t let my feelings rule over me. I’ve made a goal for myself: to write a short story during the break. It does not have to complete or perfect, it’s just a jump-start to Caty, the writer.

It was fun, but it’s time to say goodbye to Caty, the dreamer. The one who only expressed her wish to be a writer through words and not action. It’s time to say hello to Caty, the one with the will to write.