Yeah...
There's no really great reason, I just apparently lack the motivation of keeping something steady going. The whole point was to delve deep into my innermost psyche, however I'm constantly kept busy day in and out with my regular work life.
When did I graduate into adulthood? When did I become Suzy Worker Bee who cannot seem to find the time to keep up with her creative side? I'm literally dying a bit on the inside.
So maybe the initial phases of this blog will wind up dealing with the idea that I seemingly have no creative side. If I DO appear to have one, that's only linked to me hanging out with like minded people who bring out a sarcastic and crazy side within myself.
What happened to the poet? What happened to the writer? What happened to me giving a shit about pursuing writing to the utmost degree? I have a feeling that I'm going to need a "Come to Jesus" talk with myself here as I attempt to push forward and strive for something bigger.
I mean seriously: do I really want to be working for the man as much as I am? Don't I want a life that thrives upon creativity?
Maybe now is the time to actually begin the process of structuring out my novel idea that was birthed during one night of intense experimentation...
Maybe now is the time to actually record a mix or two...
I don't know. It's hard to just find the time. If I didn't work so much, I'd have at least a LITTLE more time.
Maybe the writing bug will bite me once again. I could actually set out to create my memoirs now that I'm in a much more stable place.
Who the freakin' hell knows. I certainly do not.
There. I put words on my blog. I can now feel better about myself (or something).
Fin.
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