I don't really know why I bother writing this since about three people will read it, but anyway...
I just realised it's been over a year since I posted anything. I have a small handful of poems I've written since, none of them I consider particularly worth submitting.
I can tell myself that I've been artistically sterile because my life has been a rollercoaster through mind-hell for the past two years and something. I can tell myself that until my tongue drops out, but the fact remains that I don't think I'll be producing much without encouragement. Be it poetry, short stories, photomanips or whatever else. God, my gallery is like a bad study in ecleticism.
(Thank you for actually reading this)
I'm not writing this journal to whine about my life and artistic crisis. I just want to ask you, you lovely person who's reading this, to write an honest comment underneath about why you're watching me and if you'd like me to carry on doing whatever it is you like about my old stuff.
You like my poetry? Say so.
You like my old photomanips? Say so.
You have no idea how this ended up in you inbox and/or what's in my gallery? Say so anyway.
You get the gist. I just want to know if it's worth trying to be active again or not. I would do a poll but I can't because I'm a peasant. Don't be nice to avoid hurting my feelings. Because if I'll think you guys like my stuff but then nobody looks at it it'll be much worse. I'm quite resigned to the worst anyway, and it's alright. I'll just concentrate on my novel and save up my poetry for unlikely real-life publication.
Be honest, not nice.
I'll shut up now, comment!