You thought I disappeared, didn’t you?
I am not going to lie to you; When I had the feel to write something, I was either busy with something else, or just too lazy to get up to wherever that I use to blog, to write something.
Somewhat, the creative juice inside my is not as active as it used to be, perhaps it was some extreme level of procrastination or some form of invisible entity that is controlling my mind, I just do not know how to continue a post.
A lot of people following my blog emailed me and asked if I was alright. Only those that were following my Twitter knew that I was fine, and those who has got my Facebook know that I am doing even better.
I do not want to make it a chore. People have been emailing me and on instant message asking me when am I going to blog again, what am I going to write. Some readers are demanding for more stories, more encounters, more sexcapades, more this and more that. I am happy that people like my site, but what is in it for me?
My readers love private life stories. The more intimate the better.
There is something wrong here. This blog was created for me to express myself, perhaps it is also for me to practice my writings. It was also created for the sake of anonymity, writing about my intimate love life is just the opposite of that.
I am no quitter, of course. I like to be rewarded one way or another. But how?