Inspiration.

As with paper journals, I tend to begin blogs and leave them half finished, loads of blank pages after only a few entries of uninspired thoughts on men and love and glittering parties.  My intentions are always the best - to write each day, sit down and untangle the thoughts from my brainstem, letting them flow onto the screen and against all odds make sense of the hours.  But, my intentions fall like dust and that dust collects on journal after flowery journal and when inspiration strikes again and I sit down to write, I feel the nagging need to begin anew, to start over, a fresh start among all of the other fresh starts.  Each time I place my fingers to the keyboard, I start by telling myself 'this time will be different.  This time I will continue and I will not lose sight and even when a day seems entirely uneventful and there is no new love to speak of, I will write.'

And so now I am here again.  A shiny new blog in front of me, just waiting to be filled with stories and songs and photos and waiting to learn about me, and I say it again.  This time, this time I will write and I will not stop writing and I will find beautiful inspiration in the mundane days at the office, or the nights spent sitting alone watching sitcom reruns.  I will write because I have to write, because I need to write.

Welcome, reader, to Tired Foxes.

Tenderly,
Tired Fox