No, the truth is more complicated. While I have had a rotten streak of blockage, I’ve also been preoccupied with other things. This writing stuff is difficult (and I’m not a writer) and even more so when life decides that it needs to happen. Of the most major of things to happen, I ended up traveling for about 2 months for work, then the holiday season, then I was traveling for leisure (or so it would seem) and then I got sick, etc etc etc. I’ve also been remarkably lazy about putting anything down. I have these intense struggles where I’ll write 2 or 3 sentences that aren’t complete shit but then I can’t quite figure out what happens next. It’s like sitting down to take a dump and powering through one massive deuce and the second one starts to make its brown way through the anal cavity only suddenly you lose the ability to use your abdominal muscles and sphincter. You sit there helpless with this log in your butthole, unable to move it. That’s what I’ve been feeling like. All backed up with a log of words in the anal cavity of my soul.
So what’s next? Well I hope to start writing more regularly. The truth is that I’ve missed it. Even if the writing is terrible and no one is reading, it is an activity that helps me deal with the massive bullshit surrounding me on a daily basis. It also feeds my massive sense of self-importance but that’s another issue. I hope to have many more entries coming up so keep an eye out.
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