Black And White Remember last month when I went on and on about how I was doing this thing where I was going to update my damn site every day? Remember how I got off to a rocket start and was being all prolific and shit? Remember how about halfway through the month, that all came to a crashing halt? Yeah. Those were good times weren't they? To be honest, I was rather surprised at how long I lasted to begin with. Coming off the horrible disaster that was my attempt to write a novel in one month I quite expected to get one or two things written before saying "fuck it" and going out for waffles. I was also pretty surprised to find that forcing oneself to write every single damn day happens to be more than an excruciating torment, but can actually be (gasp!) helpful. Who would have thought that endless streams of canonical writes actually knew what they were talking about? Then it all came crashing to a halt as the holidays approached and celebration and merriment came falling from the sky like winged bricks. Also the drinking. The more days I missed updating the more apathetic I became. Finally it was clear that I wasn't going to be fulfilling my promise to write as much as I said I would. So I said "fuck it", and got some waffles. Even so, I imagined that once all the turmoil of the festive season and inexplicable coup my upstairs neighbor attempted I would get back on that pony and ride, ride, ride. Then there was nothing. Silence in my brain. Tumbleweeds rolin' through the corridors of my now diminished mental faculties. It was quite odd, going from increasingly comfortable coming up with and executing ideas on a daily basis to staring at a blank screen desperate for even three words that made sense when put together. Which is kind of depressing, because I knew very well that I don't have the will to force myself to update every day and it seems that sporadic updating significantly cripples my, I don't know, creativity. I guess the only solution is to-Hey! Waffles!
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