A few links
It was a bad idea to let myself stop my writing challenge after 60 days. I wrote the very first day after post 60, but I haven't written since, besides the one post driven by my poison ivy agony. Well, that's not true. I have written, but it's all unfinished. Incomplete. Not-even-formed. When I opened up my blog today, I had four unfinished drafts in there from the last two months or so. Here's the first sentence of each:
"Let's talk for a minute about the blissful, perfect sensation in scratching an itch."
"It's amazing how quickly you get out of the habit of writing."
"Is everyone around me really stupid or am I full of myself? Both?"
"Today was one of those days where I literally went from meeting to meeting to meeting, all day, from 8:30 - 6:00."
All of these would have been serious works of literary genius -- I'm absolutely sure. But I guess my slacking off in this area is to be expected. I've replaced that writing time with work, Olive & Clyde, taking photography classes, editing photos, watching Girls, and reading. It hasn't been a waste. But I haven't gotten any further in building up my writing skills.
Today I'm here because I came across this post I really liked and wanted to say something about it, so I decided I was going to actually force myself to complete a thought. But now that I'm here and it's 12:14 am and I'm sleepy, I'm a bit stumped on what to say, besides that I liked it and relate to it and think it's something I should consider in my own life. Really you should just read it yourself.
I also read this today, which at first seemed like some big legal drama but really is about the idea that fear can make us suffocate ourselves and the people we love. It reminds me of the post I wrote about being frozen by the thought of all the bad things that could happen.
So there ya go, a few links for you. Maybe I'll see you again soon?
"Let's talk for a minute about the blissful, perfect sensation in scratching an itch."
"It's amazing how quickly you get out of the habit of writing."
"Is everyone around me really stupid or am I full of myself? Both?"
"Today was one of those days where I literally went from meeting to meeting to meeting, all day, from 8:30 - 6:00."
All of these would have been serious works of literary genius -- I'm absolutely sure. But I guess my slacking off in this area is to be expected. I've replaced that writing time with work, Olive & Clyde, taking photography classes, editing photos, watching Girls, and reading. It hasn't been a waste. But I haven't gotten any further in building up my writing skills.
Today I'm here because I came across this post I really liked and wanted to say something about it, so I decided I was going to actually force myself to complete a thought. But now that I'm here and it's 12:14 am and I'm sleepy, I'm a bit stumped on what to say, besides that I liked it and relate to it and think it's something I should consider in my own life. Really you should just read it yourself.
I also read this today, which at first seemed like some big legal drama but really is about the idea that fear can make us suffocate ourselves and the people we love. It reminds me of the post I wrote about being frozen by the thought of all the bad things that could happen.
So there ya go, a few links for you. Maybe I'll see you again soon?