Someday, I won't write "Someday, I'll write" posts here. This isn't that day.

I would very much like to get back to where I was, as a writer, three years ago. In 2010, I was writing for nearly all of my courses - creatively, academically and for the school paper. I miss that. I miss sitting down with the computer I had at the time (a hand-me-down Mac that had a hard drive smaller than my current phone's) and watching the ideas in my head become page after page in Word.

The past three years have seen so many changes in my life, and now that I'm in a much more comfortable place, I sincerely hope I will be able to break out of the severe writers' block that waltzed in pretty much the day I received my diploma.

This post is due very much to the fact that I just got rid of the computer that I had since 2001. It was the second computer I ever had (the first being an ancient Mac that had all these games that I don't think existed after 1992) and it served me well through high school and college... except for those times when it crashed and I had to re-install everything (30+ times, I've counted), or when the original monitor (that was about 15 inches deep) decided to invert every color, or when the mouse stopped working unless you slammed it on the desk, or...

Okay, okay, the computer sucked. Kelly and Teresa can attest to that - I apologize for all those slumber parties where they were forced to endure its testy ways just to IM people. Plus, the mess of wires that were required for the 12-year-old technology were caked in dust and resided just in front of the heater vent in this room. Let's be real here, I'm surprised that my room hasn't blown up because of that damn mass of electronics.

But that computer, heap of junk as it became, saw me through my most formative years. I wasn't the ~popular kid~ in 8th grade or high school, so I spent the majority of my free time parked in this very spot, screwing around on DiaryLand and LiveJournal and Moulin Rouge message boards (...was my lack of popularity my fault?!). I wrote all the angst-ridden emails I could from that bad boy, and when I finally came to my senses in college, I translated that angst into really awesome term papers, poems and news stories.

And then I graduated.

And everything came screeching to a halt.

I honestly can't tell you how many times I left the cursor blinking in Word for hours on end because for as much as I wanted to write another poem or blog, not one bit of inspiration struck. I think I've gotten out a grand total of two poems in three years, and there aren't even 20 posts on this blog yet. I know I know. Quality, not quantity in writing. But to not even get out shitty work? That makes me sad.

I'm getting a new computer this month - that's what prompted me to throw away the old desktop, once and for all. I'm finally back at my desk since my little laptop finally has a home there. I'm also busier than I have been in a long time, but that's where I thrive. Here's hoping the changes that life has thrown at me will lend themselves to a creative rebirth!