I'm a writer. I have a lot of things to say. I even collect journals.
This said, you can probably see why it bothers me a bit that I so rarely seem to be able to make a decent entry in this blog. The reasons vary: I've had a boring few nights (Likely the reason I'm perusing the internet long enough to make an entry anyway), I assume nobody will be reading because I'm in a depressive mood, I'm terrified someone will be reading so I don't want to write anything too personal or maudlin or perky or obscure or... well, fuck, I guess too much of anything, as I'm a person generally prone to extremes.
Tonight I couldn't use that as an excuse. At about 12 I realized I wasn't going to sleep tonight, that I was going to finish reading what I was reading and then, after that, I was going to write for a long time and then I was going to read over other things I had written until I felt like writing some more.
After writing a full short, revising several other pieces I've been working on, noticing some others that I've neglected for far too long, and reading every single file stored on my computer, I decided to check the site for some inspiration, and found it in the form of my blog, filled, for the most part, with tiny entries that say very little.
I'm not saying I've never written anything that I was proud of on here: I have. At the time I was a bit disappointed because nobody seemed to have anything to say about them, and then it occurred to me that such a thing might actually be good. I figure making entries that people don't automatically feel compelled to make some quippy response to might mean that I've given them some sort of pause. What's more, it serves to rein in my otherwise largely unchecked ego, which is something that I'm more and more grateful for lately.
In another note, my dreams are starting to have full continuity, regularly. It highly strange, and very interesting, and last night, I got to be a ninja. Even though I was wearing a towel.
This said, you can probably see why it bothers me a bit that I so rarely seem to be able to make a decent entry in this blog. The reasons vary: I've had a boring few nights (Likely the reason I'm perusing the internet long enough to make an entry anyway), I assume nobody will be reading because I'm in a depressive mood, I'm terrified someone will be reading so I don't want to write anything too personal or maudlin or perky or obscure or... well, fuck, I guess too much of anything, as I'm a person generally prone to extremes.
Tonight I couldn't use that as an excuse. At about 12 I realized I wasn't going to sleep tonight, that I was going to finish reading what I was reading and then, after that, I was going to write for a long time and then I was going to read over other things I had written until I felt like writing some more.
After writing a full short, revising several other pieces I've been working on, noticing some others that I've neglected for far too long, and reading every single file stored on my computer, I decided to check the site for some inspiration, and found it in the form of my blog, filled, for the most part, with tiny entries that say very little.
I'm not saying I've never written anything that I was proud of on here: I have. At the time I was a bit disappointed because nobody seemed to have anything to say about them, and then it occurred to me that such a thing might actually be good. I figure making entries that people don't automatically feel compelled to make some quippy response to might mean that I've given them some sort of pause. What's more, it serves to rein in my otherwise largely unchecked ego, which is something that I'm more and more grateful for lately.
In another note, my dreams are starting to have full continuity, regularly. It highly strange, and very interesting, and last night, I got to be a ninja. Even though I was wearing a towel.
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I think writing real stuff in the journals here gets to be hard. Because it does get to a point of "oh, no one wants to read about that" or the flip of "I don't want people reading that." I've pretty much stopped putting any real content in my journal, which is a little sad. It's good that you're trying to start to again.
Also, towel ninjas are the most deadly of all, as the towel makes people pause just long enough to kill.