I know this is the oldest exercise in the book when it comes to writers block…that is…writing about my writer’s block. Hopefully it works. But then again…who cares?
So my 30-day trial on this site is up in a couple of days forcing me to decide weather or not the world of blogging is for me. So far I’ve enjoyed myself and appreciated the outlet so I have subscribed to the service. Who cares?
Now the pressure is on. Now that I’m paying for this service I feel I need to make use of it. I feel I should post at least one entry per week (if not more). I feel like I did in high school English having to submit a piece of writing every week. Why the hell would I willingly subject myself to this pressure again?! I hated high school English! Who cares?
As you can tell from my calendar, this is my first entry in over a week so already I’ve gotten off to a bad start. I’ve begun writing a couple of things, but none of them seem to get past the idea stage. Have I peaked too early? Do I care?
I used to tell Kate (my coworker) whenever she had something to rant about that she should blog it. This has resulted in a much more amiable lunch hour for both of us and an unprecedented increase in the number of posts to her blog in the past month. Who would have known that she had so much pent up angst? (well…actually I did) Which makes me wonder, has my own life been so perfect lately that I haven’t had anything about which to complain myself? Who cares?
It’s not like there is a shortage of things to rant about, the world is a mess isn’t it? There seems to be more shootings in Toronto in a weekend than in the rest of the country combined but can I conjure up a single opinion about it? Doesn’t seem so.
There is a ton of government scandal going on in my country (yes more than usual) but does this incite me to put pen to paper, finger to keyboard or character to screen about it? That too would be a “nope”.
There are wars and disputes going on all over the world, hunger, famine, drought, global warming and political tyranny, but all I seem to have to complain about lately is that I have nothing to complain about. How sad am I? How apathetic can I be?
More importantly, who cares?
What are you thinking?