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Writer's Block
November 15, 2006
I am having trouble sleeping, which is rare for me. I am just laying here thinking about writer's block, which I am evidently suffering from.
Every night when I take my walk, I think of a million things to write about. But for some reason, I don't write any of it down. There are a couple of possible reasons for this. One is plain old laziness. I mean, I am working on something that I want to post on my last.fm page about the Jesus and Mary Chain...and I have some ideas for the project I am working on - both writing and artwork, but there is almost so much to write that it is daunting. I lack stamina, and I lack sufficient time to just sit and let it flow. I am hoping my upcoming looser work schedule next week will help with that.
But there is also this general idea that I have lately...kind of an idea that I have had for the past 6 months or so...that none of it really matters. This is kind of odd coming from me, as I have always been a firm believer in the spirit of "everything matters"ness. But when I think about the shit I want to write about...the current events politics have been done to death, and my personal politics are at the moment a little too personal and probably too confusing for me to try to sort through in public. This pretty much leaves me with the option of writing about memories (which I normally can do with zeal, but...lately? Meh.) or writing about my zany ideologies.
I am trying to convince myself that my sudden silence is a form of gearing up for something big. But who the fuck knows. I think, too, as far as my private journal goes, I got so tired of hashing and rehashing my thoughts and feelings about certain situations in my life that I just can't even pick up a pen anymore without wanting to throw it and my notebook, along with everyone involved in all of my life's tiny miserys, right out the fucking window.
So, who knows. I guess I did manage to write for 10 minutes or so about how I have nothing to write about. I hope that, at least, was somewhat entertaining to anyone who happens to read this. I now have a splitting headache and a sore throat and I really think it is time for me to give this whole sleep thing another chance.
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Comments
Sleep is good.
For the rest, well, don't worry about it. It'll either come back or morph into something else, and it sounds like trying to force it isn't working, so try letting go. Just a thought!