I haven’t written much at all lately. Like, in months. In
spite of promises to the contrary on my blogs and to myself.
Ironically, the problem often isn’t that I don’t have anything
I want to say, but that I have too much to say, and it gets hard – daunting – to open the white screen and
put fingertips to keyboard and.
Just.
Start.
So that’s what this near-meaningless, borderline whiny post is all about. I’m making myself write something. Anything. Just to fucking do it.
I’m going through a similar physical experience. I’ve let my body get to the point where ten pushups is a strain. Bending over to tie my shoes is painful to my lower back. But I’m making myself start somewhere, even if it’s an embarrassing starting line. Something about a journey of a thousand miles and a single step, right?
So I’ll post this on both my blogs, and then hopefully there will be a flurry of posts on both. Hopefully it won’t stop after that initial flurry, but just settle down to a steady pace.
Oh, and just to put extra stress on myself, I’m considering trying to throw some fiction into the mix…
www.handgrenadesandhorseshoes.blogspot.com
Just.
Start.
So that’s what this near-meaningless, borderline whiny post is all about. I’m making myself write something. Anything. Just to fucking do it.
I’m going through a similar physical experience. I’ve let my body get to the point where ten pushups is a strain. Bending over to tie my shoes is painful to my lower back. But I’m making myself start somewhere, even if it’s an embarrassing starting line. Something about a journey of a thousand miles and a single step, right?
So I’ll post this on both my blogs, and then hopefully there will be a flurry of posts on both. Hopefully it won’t stop after that initial flurry, but just settle down to a steady pace.
Oh, and just to put extra stress on myself, I’m considering trying to throw some fiction into the mix…
www.handgrenadesandhorseshoes.blogspot.com
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