Aimless writing.
Ok.
Clearly, I was a little high on January warm weather and that killer Bloody Mary in New Orleans. I fully own up to not being in a normal state of mind during my visit to my temporary--but truly beloved--home town. Yes. I was out of it. But I had an insight I couldn't wait to put into words!
And I'm damn proud of my break with whatever IT is that has been stifling my freestyle writing. Writing isn't hard; feeling like you are writing about stuff people actually want to read and doing it because there really are people that want to read is VERY hard.
When I lived in the middle of nowhere and had some time on my hands as a business owner, writing was my fun hobby. Now that I work all the time, I can't force sitting in front of the computer after I've done it all day for somebody else.
I bought a poetry book at Border's last week; I forgot how I appreciate poetry, and how my own attempts are really not bad (unlike my fiction). But only really close friends get to see that. Poetry is like singing. By that that I mean...you are sharing your insides with people with a poem, as you are with a song. It's not easy if you over-analyze doing either, or if you are a shy person. Both are deeply intimate creations.
I think maybe keeping an online dairy is somewhat in that vein. However, I do get to choose how much of the inside me I share here. Those who know me know what I write here is a much watered-down version of me.
I am desperate for warmer weather so I can go on a walk in the sun and not hate the outdoors. It's so unlike me to hate the outdoors. Perhaps that's what sparked my crazed post regarding dogs...just being outside and enjoying life, enjoying myself. I can't say that's been very easy here--certainly not over the winter months.
I need to plan more visits to New Orleans.
Clearly, I was a little high on January warm weather and that killer Bloody Mary in New Orleans. I fully own up to not being in a normal state of mind during my visit to my temporary--but truly beloved--home town. Yes. I was out of it. But I had an insight I couldn't wait to put into words!
And I'm damn proud of my break with whatever IT is that has been stifling my freestyle writing. Writing isn't hard; feeling like you are writing about stuff people actually want to read and doing it because there really are people that want to read is VERY hard.
When I lived in the middle of nowhere and had some time on my hands as a business owner, writing was my fun hobby. Now that I work all the time, I can't force sitting in front of the computer after I've done it all day for somebody else.
I bought a poetry book at Border's last week; I forgot how I appreciate poetry, and how my own attempts are really not bad (unlike my fiction). But only really close friends get to see that. Poetry is like singing. By that that I mean...you are sharing your insides with people with a poem, as you are with a song. It's not easy if you over-analyze doing either, or if you are a shy person. Both are deeply intimate creations.
I think maybe keeping an online dairy is somewhat in that vein. However, I do get to choose how much of the inside me I share here. Those who know me know what I write here is a much watered-down version of me.
I am desperate for warmer weather so I can go on a walk in the sun and not hate the outdoors. It's so unlike me to hate the outdoors. Perhaps that's what sparked my crazed post regarding dogs...just being outside and enjoying life, enjoying myself. I can't say that's been very easy here--certainly not over the winter months.
I need to plan more visits to New Orleans.
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