Introductions at this point seem a little out of place, so I think I’ll just get to the point. Time to write.
The spot where the sun hits on the floor makes my vision dance with spots each time I look up. I’ve been watching the same fly buzz around the room for what seems like hours as my chair squeaks with my every movement. The rose on my desk needs more water; its vase is getting cloudy with the slow withering of the stem.
I’ve either had too much caffeine or not enough; my head has ached for most of the day. I’ve thought about how I want to write more; every time I consider what I’d do, though, it ends up just being the same old ideas that I can’t keep up with. ”Do a weekly music review” my brain says. I can hardly do the most basic things on a regular basis, let alone write a music column. I choose to post when I feel compelled. More often than not I’d be fishing for opinions that I don’t have about something that doesn’t need to take up space in my brain. Or on my blog.
My oolong tea bottle cap says “A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.” William Shedd, you may be right. Let’s ease back into this, but without expectation. Without committing to too much too early. Make writing fun again, not a chore. I’d be surprised if many folks read this anyway, so best do it at my own speed and to satisfy myself first. The rest of the world can wait.