Utter Bullshit

I can't think of anything to write about! :O How this usually works is that something will come along during the day and catch my attention and I'd run with it. But nothing's really striking me in the right way today. I figure I'm just out of practice. Being on the mend from my cold has really taken it's toll it seems. I don't give much credence to the writer's block phenomena. I think that's utter bullshit. I've heard enough respected writers say the same. That illusion is rooted in a lack of will or motivation. I think I'm just lazy. I just haven't been... well first off I'll say again that I'm not a writer. I can never impress upon you enough the reality of this; the written word is not my medium. :P But whatever the art, the block always surfaces and I never buy into it. If I had to, with a pen in my hand, an endless supply of paper and stamina I could draw until the end of time. There's always something to work with. So maybe it's a lie when I say I can't think of anything to write about... but I'm not a writer, so it's more tricky for me to wrangle something here; in this world.

It's such a dangerous thing to get out of the practice of doing something on a regular basis I guess. When I was sick I had the opportunity to taste a life without this daily blogging. :P Ahhh, it will be sweet. ;) I say that as though it's back-breaking labor or that I didn't continue doing it. It's not the worst thing, but I always fret about what I'm gonna put down on "paper". I never really plan anything out, it's just something I wing. That's the tricky part I guess. I need to have more topics in my arsenal in case I go blank. Maybe I should plan more, especially since I'm not so comfortable with this animal. At least I should keep track of those little things that float in and out of my head. But like I said, I can always find something... it's just hard when my back is up against the wall and I'm staring at this monitor. It's a weird line to walk. I feel if I plan too much it'll become tedious (in a bad way) and... well I don't want this to be contrived, I kinda want it to just spring forth. I never want anything fun to feel like a chore. Lists, drafting, etc. seems to be a sure ticket to that whole space...

I need something... I just don't know what it is. I need to work my head around the problem. Make it fit... within my personal universe. I need a voice and a... I don't know. Anyway, whatever. This is all bullshit, as the title warned. :P Just feeling this out. This is the first day that I've gotten used to writing again. I need to feel out my fingers again. I'm loving the sensation of typing at least. ;) It's cool... in fact, it's all coming back already. Rambling on like this has already inspired a few things. Which is usually how it happens, with anything. It's like wading through a pool and creating ripples and waves. I can see something forming...


DS333, flexing.