There isn't a fire. And that's the problem. I'd be happy with some smoldering ashes, to be honest.
Well, that's a perky image to start a blog, isn't it?
I'll give some background then. The last few years have seen a lot of closing doors in my life. Most of it, like usual, is out of my hands. Some, however, are due to conscious choices based on prioritizing thing sin my life. So, I took a particular dream of mine that I determined could never be, and dumped Ye Olde Icey Firebucket of Reality on it. OF course, it took a lot of douse-rinse-repeat, and a few determined stomps to put it out, but I was finally successful. Huzzah! Said dream will no longer bother me!
Sadly, I seemed to have been a little overzealous in my dousing. Now I find it difficult to get particularly interested in, well, anything at all. This is a very irritating state of being, and not at all an acceptable turn of events.
"So think, Lady Shayna!" says the little cricket in my head (the Jiminy kind - not a horrible cell phone incident). "Surely there is something you can do to spark some life! If nothing seems interesting NOW, what did you USED to do that was interesting?"
Read?
"Well, OK, but I was looking for someting a tad more...active."
Errr...write?
"There you go!"
But of course, my previous Dousing of Reality did a thorough job on this, my little hyper-optimistic cricket not withstanding. Everytime I lay pen to paper (or more correctly, fingers to keyboard), all that would come to mind was "Who would want to read this? What's the point? Just keep the stories in your head and enjoy them there."
This is not at all cathartic, however.
Therefore, I'm starting a blog to write about...well...whatever it is I decide to write about. Not stories at first, I imagine. Though maybe I will. But I think the best way to want to write again is to start writing again. At least this way, I'm determined not to worry about who my target audience will be.
We'll see how long it lasts.
"Darn you cynical voice," says the cricket ."I will prevail!"
As a note - I'm only marginally crazy. Really.
"Well, OK, but I was looking for someting a tad more...active."
Errr...write?
"There you go!"
But of course, my previous Dousing of Reality did a thorough job on this, my little hyper-optimistic cricket not withstanding. Everytime I lay pen to paper (or more correctly, fingers to keyboard), all that would come to mind was "Who would want to read this? What's the point? Just keep the stories in your head and enjoy them there."
This is not at all cathartic, however.
Therefore, I'm starting a blog to write about...well...whatever it is I decide to write about. Not stories at first, I imagine. Though maybe I will. But I think the best way to want to write again is to start writing again. At least this way, I'm determined not to worry about who my target audience will be.
We'll see how long it lasts.
"Darn you cynical voice," says the cricket ."I will prevail!"
As a note - I'm only marginally crazy. Really.
- Mood:
contemplative
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