It’s too fucking hot, all the time.
And you know what else? It marks three months and five days since I last posted an entry on here… I find it seriously depressing that I can’t even motivate myself to blab in blog form. The whole idea of this was to unblock myself, write through the block, and really, I structured it in a way that would allow me to pretty much bitch about anything I’d like.
And I love to bitch.
What I’m trying to say is, I think I’m back, y’all.
If you didn’t know, I have a blog entitled “Blocktherapy”–a way of forcing myself to write through my writer’s block (even if it isn’t really what I want to be saying.)
And, if you hadn’t noticed, I have been failing since going back to work.
How am I ever going to become a novelist, without also being broke and unemployed, if I can’t even keep up with a weblog while working in retail?
So blocked. So blocked I can’t even write a blog. And this blog is supposed to be block therapy. A little treatment to get me out of my current state of… nothingness. So blocked that I can’t think of anything I want to write a blog about except how blocked I am.
I am of the belief that there are few worthwhile reasons to blog:
1. Your job (I know I will do relatively anything for a few bucks–relatively);
2. To keep in touch with a mass group of people, ie: “here are some pictures of my little family for my distant relatives” or “check out these posting about my trip overseas!”;
3. You actually have something important and meaningful to say, and you know how to say it well, but you’re locked in a small confined space with only a computer;
4. You’re fucking bored and blocked (moi!) and need some sort of outlet, probably just to sit around and bitch and criticize shit (you know you love it!).
And so it ends up that here I am, posting the first entry of my little bitter blog, hoping that perhaps it will push me into some sort of thoughtfulness or inspiration, that maybe I will develop the good habit of sitting down and writing every day, even when I have nothing good to say (and what better place to have nothing good to say than a blog?). Or, maybe, that some publishing executive or editor will stumble upon this, find me unavoidably clever and ask me to write for them, and then I will become rich and well-liked.
Isn’t that always the end goal, after all?