I’m not even a week into this blog and I find it a bit of a hassle. Come the end of the night, I don’t feel inspired enough to write a post and whatever comes out is not good enough. This is the most inspired I’ve felt since I began. Thinking of the basics of writing – that it is simply a recording tool to save whatever your mind comes up with – I wonder what I need to record so much of. Especially now that I’m so dead-set on work, I think of nothing but execution. The beautiful things I think of every once in a while, such as the commentary on “Colors” which inspired this writing space, are few and far between right now. Maybe I just need to get used to this, keep with it unlike that blog I posted on three times three years ago. Nobody’s judging me yet, and this is way different than the essays and responses I kill on a regular basis. Surely, a few thoughts will come together like they always do and become a major part of my life, and this is here to record it.
Maybe the reason I don’t feel the need to store my thoughts in writing is because my memory is so good. I don’t need to take notes and my thoughts remain in my head pretty well in some way. Though when I’m prewriting for essays, I still do best when I write down basic notes (in nice organizations), so why not record whatever I think of on a blog right now? Even now it’s helping me form thoughts, uneloquent as it may be, unorganized as it may be. As I write this I feel re-invigorated, and I will keep my pre-set goal to write in this at least once every day. Right now I am too busy with work to preoccupy myself with abstract thoughts, though I’m not doing too much work admittedly. But really, when I’m back in the comfort of Home Base at least an hour of the day set aside for a perspicacity will be very easy. The good life. Exciting shit.
This writing I do here has potential to be creative, which is why the guest speakers in Writing Arts class still held some value for an aspiring technical writer like me. They spoke on how creative writing is NOT a profession. The question I finally threw out for them to respond to was mostly a point of pride for me to think of something so cool when no one else had the balls or the brains to do so, but I still got a lot out of what Mrs. Guess and Mr. Block had to say. I’m a pretty artsy motherfucker, and while technical writing appears pleasing to my need to produce and my need to not live “in a cardboard box,” as that one girl from work says, who knows when I’ll start feeling like a square? Hopefully this blog will do toe-keeping-on in that respect as well, so that when I freak out and leave everything to go road-tripping around the country, I’ll have some craft to survive. Of course, I need some more practice, but this isn’t something you should be going to school exclusively for, anyway, as I made clear in my super-cool question today.
So basically, I should stick with this, not worry about anything except writing in it every single day, and I’ll be happy I did.
