First try

I am not a blogger, but I need somewhere to get my thoughts out, so I figured I would give this a try.

I've been home alone for a week since my family is out of town visiting other family members for Christmas.  I've always assumed that I would feel relieved having my own place, but I never imagined how much so.  My...for lack of a better term...fiance has been staying with me every night except last, and knowing that I will have to go back to normal life tomorrow night - living with my family and my fiance living with his - is excruciating.

I was planning on making us a nice romantic dinner for the last night we have to ourselves, but plans changed, as they are wont to do.  He has some family business to attend to that should have been taken care of long ago.  Not for lack of trying, he is left with little time to complete his task and hopefully will do so tonight.  Forgive me for being vague, but there are legal issues connected with this task and information should not be shared in such a public manner, therefore, no details will be given.

I feel as though I am whining and the longer I sit here typing, the sillier I feel.  I am going to continue with this, however, because I very much so miss the days when I could just sit down and write a story that I was proud of.  I have talked to many writers and they have told me that my problem is quite possibly that I have gotten out of the habit of writing, and that if I designate just five minutes a day to writing (I've been told that anything will do, I just have to be sure that I am consistently writing) that I will be much more able to let my thoughts flow through my fingers.

I suppose that for now, I will return to my mundane life as I have forgotten everything that I felt the need to write before I sat down at my computer.  I might be back later today if I have another burst of artistic feeling that I would like to ruin by making my thoughts visible and realizing their lack of importance.  Until next time...