There was a stretch of a couple of years where it was very, very easy for me to write. Songs, poems, stories, blogs........it all seemed to flow from my fingertips. Now though, it feels as though that talent has left me. I'm not sure if the "talent" left or if the will to do it and the inspiration to write things has vanished.
I'd call it writer's block, but that doesn't seem right because if I actually set my mind to it, I can write. I just don't.
After much thought and contemplation, I've come to the following conclusions about this matter:
1. I'm still good with words.
2. Happiness has eliminated the need to use writing to fill a void by completely eliminating the reason the void was there in the first place.
3. Writing while unhappy is far easier than writing when you are happy. (No wonder they commit suicide and do drugs...)
4. Donuts combined with coffee are essential to the continued success and productivity exhibited by employees. (Once a week, at least.)
So, it's clear to see that the reason I DON'T write as much anymore is because, despite my own financial woes (COMMON), my enjoyment level of Life has increased exponentially. (See my Facebook page if you wonder why...)
(I'm not sure what #4 has to do with anything, but at the moment, as my teeth sank into the flak(e)y dough of this delectable pastry...it seemed VERY important as I washed it down with bean juice...)
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