And sometimes the words come easily

And sometimes like the title says, the worlds flow easily.

Which is a hit or miss for me sometimes.
Hence why this blog is like a week and a half late.
I've been busy and stressed so it was either do the blog or get a bad grade in my class.

The grades won.
But anyways the words finally came to me after a long time of having writers block.
This often happens when your confidence in your ability as a writer is shaken.
And then when it is alleviated it is like having a rain storm after a long drought.
It is just wonderful.
Everything flows.
And I finally found my groove again after a while of doubting my ability as a writer.

Those damn creative writing majors.

But anyways I wrote about something I love.
And I think I was so caught up in a rut because I didn't want to share my passion.
If you somehow missed it I'm still in band, in college.
Even though i'm not a music major.
I'm just doing this for funsies.

And I play the bassoon which is pretty much the penis of the band instruments.
Its a massive piece of wood that sticks up and is not all that attractive to look at or the sound of it is the furthest thing from sexy.
Plus i'm in a section of immature boys that love to remind me i'm the only girl and i'm playing a massive piece of wood.
Yes. That is me.

And I didn't want to share it with my class because lets be honest its not sexy.
And its a bunch of mountain people that love to hike and are athletic.
And i'm not that.

But once I got over what others would think the new and improved final piece for mountain sports about band and playing an unattractive instrument just came.

So to all my writers, don't let what you think others will think of you keep you from writing whats inside.
Never let what others think stop your fingers from typing or your hands from writing or your mind from forming the sentences.

Never let it stop you.