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Day One Hundred and Seventy-Nine:  I don’t feel like writing.

I’m behind, only by two, so I will write those two today, but as a confession I don’t feel like writing.  Sometimes this happens when writing my blogs and I end up making absolute wonderful posts, and other times the idea’s that have come from the bottom of the pile didn’t work out as well as I’d hoped.  Writing a post every single day is hard to muster up new content without a theme or any direction other than things that I’d like to talk about.  As for today it is the feeling of not wanting to write.

This happens to BA students with papers.  We hate writing papers after about the introduction paragraph.  We hate reading too, but that’s another post.  Writing is the harder challenge, because a lot relies on the words we write. I started writing a different prose text about words, and after a while it became convoluted with the understanding that we use words in such abstract ways sometimes that in all reality writing them to our satisfaction sometimes doesn’t give them justice.

Convoluted, my new favourite word.

The thing about writing blogs is that mine have a voice, my voice, and sometimes I find that if I have little motivation to write sometimes my voice comes out better than when I have an idea.  There are less..well, idea’s and words to muddle up the voice, and so it really is just me telling you that nope, not today, not happening nothing creative.  And I think that’s okay.  I tried writing a poem on here earlier this week, that also didn’t make it to the post.  I’d love to write more poetry again, but it becomes tedious and draining.

Coming up with new idea’s is something that escapes me usually when it comes to these blogs lately.  I wish I could do another series, maybe I’ll start that today.  I’ll have to think for a bit, but when I have a series it is less work working up the motivation to opena  word doc and post.  Oh writing, how elusive and sporadic you are, a temptress in the foggy evenings on which the novices of words go looking for you.  Oh, how elusive indeed.

Too bad it’s mid-day and all of the words are plainly infront of me, I just can’t seem to choose the right ones.

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