About one and a half hours ago, I sat down at my computer with the intention of writing a post about, um, writing. More specifically, a post about the writing course I recently started but didn’t finish, why I didn’t finish it, what I’ve come to realise about myself and the environment in which I can write, about how writing is unduly influenced by my life and my moods, why I continue to write here whilst I’m currently feeling completely uninspired by writing and … oh, you know, stuff.
At this point, it’s probably worth remembering that although I love writing, I only write entries about writing when I can’t write, and when the consequent lack of writing is frustrating me beyond belief.
That last paragraph contained a few too many uses of the words ‘write’ and ‘writing’, didn’t it? Please forgive me.
My fingers scurried over the keyboard as I bashed out approximately eight hundred words of disjointed, confusing rubbish, with sentences so long that they required a bewildering array of punctuation just to get them to make even the slightest sense. Then I gave up, closed the Notepad document without saving it, and cursed under my breath.
It wasn’t working. On this occasion, using this site to write about writing wasn’t getting me anywhere. I need to write, and I wanted to write about needing to write, but just recently the words haven’t been materialising. While I can make educated guesses at a few of the reasons why this might be happening, I also have no clue about some of the other causes.
I’m tempted to conclude with a solitary expletive that would concisely sum up my present state of mind. But I can’t even think of a suitable one. Instead, I’ll leave you with a word count — you have been reading 354 words about a post that, in the end, didn’t even appear here. How pointless was that? I would like to offer my sincere apologies for wasting precious seconds of your life.
This entry has been cancelled due to lack of interest.