Considering the simple fact that I feel that I have little to write about these days the urge to write is as strong as ever. My self discipline is sadly lacking in that I can’t seem to make the time and don’t seem to have the inclination to dip my toe in the icy waters and try to get on writing my book/novel/big story whatever you or I may wish to call it and continue writing that. No, what it is I want to write, but I really don’t know what it is that I want to write about.
I’ve published a few fairly aimless pieces recently, none of which I’ve been entirely happy with. I think it’s fair to say that the piece that I was happy with was posted on July 24, 2014. Since then everything I’ve written on this blog and written for this blog but either deleted or simply not published has been pretty vacuous. I’ve usually been able to write a blog post with a beginning a middle and an end, but at the moment I cannot find a beginning let alone a middle or end.
I think that part of the problem is that I’m looking in the wrong places for something to write about. Prior to July 24 I had been writing towards a specific end, outlining plans and then writing about how that plan came to fruition and just what happened. Since then nothing, zero no idea of what I what to write anymore. Moreover I don’t know why I want to write as I feel I have shared all that I can. I’ve written of my mind, my feelings and my ups and downs. I wrote about my mind in the most naked way and I also wrote about my body in the same manner. I think the me, me, me part of this blog is now exhausted and needs to have a rest or even maybe to wither and be allowed to die as it has run its natural course. Does that mean that I’m giving up? Should I take a rest and just leave this little piece of Denbow to sit alone, untendered and unkempt? Should I make the whole blog private or just delete it and move on?
To be 100% truthful I’m not sure right now whether I have anything more to say, however, this little site will stay here regardless of whether I can find it in my heart or head to add to it. You see the real issue is, for all of the little asides about Storage Wars and Finding Bigfoot this blog has been all about me and my frustration of being, err, me. I don’t feel like that anymore. For the first time in years I had an ambition and I fulfilled it and enjoyed it. That experience opened my eyes to a whole new world of possibilities. You wouldn’t understand, I could try to explain it to you but I really don’t think that you’d be too interested.
Ciao For Now