Unless you consider gimmick limericks for a cafe as writing, I haven't put words on paper in months. It's frustrating, aggravating, depressing, and lame. I've no shortage of ideas - an accumulated journal of ideas passed over the years haunts me, as none of them is currently inspiring. I'm reluctant to give those ideas full respect - it's rare that I have simultaneously great concepts, but only the time to pursue one. I could throw out the sketchbook of second-tier ideas, but that seems counterproductive. No worse than the amount of writing I've done.
And that's how you fill a paragraph by saying nothing. Remarkably similar to the other 106 blog entries, if I do say so myself.
I decided to look for a marketable opportunity this time - perhaps rerouting would help spark me toward the destination of publication? Isn't that why I started this quasi-anti-blog in the first place? Get my brain working a variety of methods with the hopes of something worthwhile popping forth? And then, watch as some multiconglomerate recognized me, decided I filled the Jim-sized-and-shaped-niche that the world so sadly lacks and would so be willing to pay inordinate amounts of American currency for.... (sigh).
I cut out an inspirational comic strip yesterday. http://comics.com/soup_to_nutz/2010-05-23/ Hardly the same spirit as 95% of the comics I appreciate, but I'm hoping to dredge some butterflies out of the drek currently inhabiting the writer's part of my brain.
A writer writes. I daren't credit myself with that title until I at least put something new together. I wouldn't consider myself a mechanic if I didn't fix a machine in months, regardless of how skilled I may have been before my self-and-apathy-imposed layoff.
I'm pretty sure riding a bike is much easier than this crap.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
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