I spent a little while re-reading things I've already written. Not to brag, but there are some decent things in there, and sometimes I make myself laugh.
One problem I've identified is that I feel overwhelmed at the idea of pulling apart some of the stuff I've already written in order to use the bones for the beginning of what I want to write. It's almost as if I'm some sort of errant godling that put together a Universe, built all the suns, moon, planets, and people and then said, "Eh, I'm kind of done with you already," then wants to set off a mega nova to destroy the whole thing so I can pick through the pieces for what I still find useful.
What a crappy deity to have, eh?
Anybody In Here?
Knock. Knock.
Anybody home?
I've spent another day reading all about how to use all the technology that is going to make my life more interesting and easier than ever. I'm in the middle of a lupus flare so it takes me a frustratingly long time to accomplish anything - and it isn't exactly infrequent that I interrupt something I'm doing to do something else and have to start over. At. The. Beginning.
One thing I've done is write down a list (okay, three lists) of things I want to accomplish. It feels like one of the few things I can do to combat my lethargy and directionless-ness is to write out what I want to be doing. That way I can keep getting re-focused on what I mean to be involved in.
The "lupus fog" just feels more like thought stew.
Anybody home?
I've spent another day reading all about how to use all the technology that is going to make my life more interesting and easier than ever. I'm in the middle of a lupus flare so it takes me a frustratingly long time to accomplish anything - and it isn't exactly infrequent that I interrupt something I'm doing to do something else and have to start over. At. The. Beginning.
One thing I've done is write down a list (okay, three lists) of things I want to accomplish. It feels like one of the few things I can do to combat my lethargy and directionless-ness is to write out what I want to be doing. That way I can keep getting re-focused on what I mean to be involved in.
The "lupus fog" just feels more like thought stew.
OMFG.
I have got to get started writing.
I have spent literally days, going from page to page online, not exactly sure what I'm looking at or why, or even what I'm doing there. It's the electronic equal of wandering into the kitchen over and over again and trying to remember what the hell you are there for while simultaneously holding an empty coffee cup in your hand. <insert blank stare here.>
I have spent literally days, going from page to page online, not exactly sure what I'm looking at or why, or even what I'm doing there. It's the electronic equal of wandering into the kitchen over and over again and trying to remember what the hell you are there for while simultaneously holding an empty coffee cup in your hand. <insert blank stare here.>
This Will Be Just Another First Post To A Blog
I have no idea what to write here.
I have spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to find a blog template I like, and then an even more ridiculous amount of time trying to alter a number of blog templates so that I like them a lot better. Put it this way: I have no watched the better part of three (count 'em: three!) Jessie Stone movies while I try to figure out what I want my blog to look like and how to get it there. Listening to Tom Selleck's smooth, whiskey baritone intone sullen advice and quips of wisdom for five or six hours in a row can't be good for me.
And for what?
I have no idea why exactly I why I even want a blog, or what I am going to write here, much less why anybody would want to read it. I have some half thought that keeps telling me that I need to write something, anything, if I'm going to get back into the habit of being creative. Another fragment of thought is that I need some place to record life as it happens every time I find myself stopping and asking "Are you kidding me? Who does that?" or saying, "Wow. I should write about that."
Mostly, I think this is just going to be a forum for the thoughts that hit me like so much mental shrapnel. Or maybe it's just a place to stitch the ragged edges of thought together.
In any case, this is just another first post to a blog. Nothing special. At least not now...though I know that my thoughts and words have a way of gathering together like living things, collecting their own life and energy, drawn from my breath, my blood, my bone.
I have spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to find a blog template I like, and then an even more ridiculous amount of time trying to alter a number of blog templates so that I like them a lot better. Put it this way: I have no watched the better part of three (count 'em: three!) Jessie Stone movies while I try to figure out what I want my blog to look like and how to get it there. Listening to Tom Selleck's smooth, whiskey baritone intone sullen advice and quips of wisdom for five or six hours in a row can't be good for me.
And for what?
I have no idea why exactly I why I even want a blog, or what I am going to write here, much less why anybody would want to read it. I have some half thought that keeps telling me that I need to write something, anything, if I'm going to get back into the habit of being creative. Another fragment of thought is that I need some place to record life as it happens every time I find myself stopping and asking "Are you kidding me? Who does that?" or saying, "Wow. I should write about that."
Mostly, I think this is just going to be a forum for the thoughts that hit me like so much mental shrapnel. Or maybe it's just a place to stitch the ragged edges of thought together.
In any case, this is just another first post to a blog. Nothing special. At least not now...though I know that my thoughts and words have a way of gathering together like living things, collecting their own life and energy, drawn from my breath, my blood, my bone.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
