Dear Reader,

I suppose I should begin with a sort of introduction and reveal some of my motives for opening this account. I’ve dabbled in blogging and diary writing throughout the course of my life but it’s never really stuck.

Due to limited time and a packed schedule (largely due to my pursuit of education), I struggle to write the stories I adore so much. Books are, in fact, the foundation of my love of words.

In case you’ve found this blog by accident, and don’t know anything about me, I write fiction — check out my wattpad if you’re interested.

Although fiction is my true passion when it comes to words, I’ve often found myself struggling to come to grips with all the thoughts and feelings that I have on a daily basis. Trust me, it’s no picnic trying to keep them all at bay whilst simultaneously trying to make sense of them.

I think a lot. Perhaps this is what has resulted in my understanding of not only myself, but the things that are around me. Sometimes we have to stop and think to prevent ourselves from going mad. But then again, sometimes it’s the thinking that sends us over the edge.

Anyway, I love writing and, well, writing down my thoughts seems a good way to keep track of them. But I must confess that is not my only reason for wanting to write them. I must confess that I feel like I need to write some parts of me down, although I’m sure a lot of my soul is bared through my stories.

There are some things I think I will struggle to get down, but I want to. I want to document my thoughts as much as my imagination. Not only do I feel this is important, but it helps me organise…everything, to a certain extent anyway.

And I need to know I’m not crazy. I think seeing part of myself in black and white might help me out with that.

Because sometimes I feel crazy. Sometimes that’s good. And other times…not so much.

But this blog has a lovely layout, I love the focus on the words. I love the fact it’s just me and them, no fancy colours, no weird settings. Just the words. And I suppose that’s what I love most in this world, so I’m grateful for every opportunity to be close to them.

I don’t know how much I’ll write here. But I’d like to write sometimes. I’d like to start writing parts of the real me: raw and simple, not hidden in fairytales or behind other characters and places and times.

Just right here and now. Everything and anything in my mind.

I confess, dear reader, my thoughts to you.

Best Wishes,

~ TheTimelessClock