I regularly appear and disappear from this page. I come for weeks, I go for months. Partially because I get busy with other things, and partly because I don’t take the time to sit down and get some writing done.
The funny thing is how much I actually enjoy writing for this page. It’s therapeutic, and it serves as a “dumping ground”- anything that’s upsetting me or getting me down ceases to, as soon as I put finger to keystroke, and clickity-clack my irritation away. So why then, is it so hard to keep writing? Why then, does it seem like it takes more effort to write then it does to edit the photo or to think of something to write about? I seldom plan a shot, and never plan a topic to write about. It’s just organic if I go somewhere or experience something, and I think it to be worthy of archiving on this page, I take a picture. If something is urking me, I write about it when I sit down to write. No preplanning. But the act of committing, to sitting down and opening a document to begin writing, that’s what gets me. I keep putting it off or keep leaving it for another time. Another time never comes. On the flip side, however, if there’s one thing I want to avoid, is this becoming a chore. Something I dread rather than looking forward to. As all the gambling commercials keep saying: “When the fun stops, stop.” And that the thing. The fun stops, and then I stop too, and there’s nothing new for months on end.
Hopefully, that clears things up. I’m still around, just not very proactive.
When the creativity strikes, then there’s like 6 posts at once. But for now, it’s intermittent. I know that this year has been hella taxing on us all, and if I can do even a little to try and alleviate that burden with a measly picture and even more measly wall of text, then I will try my utmost to follow through.
Until tomorrow. Or next week/month/year. jk
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