On Writing

For lack of a better hobby, I put writing “writing” on the list. However, within 4 years of blogging, I only have 37 entries with around 3,700 page views.  Most of my entries were offshoots of extremely high emotions. I cannot force myself to write. I would stare at blank pages and blinking cursors. I have started a lot of entries, but would often fail to complete them. If I force myself, it only takes a few sentences to lull some readers to sleep. Well there were ten-minute wonders where I’d vomit words like a sick lady. Words come like crazy so I had to keep a pen and paper handy.  I write on receipts, tissue paper, or handouts, when I retch. Otherwise, elusive ideas slip away.

Every year I’d tell myself, “You should read and write more. You should stop wasting your time. You should practice and read more.” Every year, I would fail. It probably takes discipline and time management unbearable to my short attention span. I should probably stop amusing myself with my Facebook news feed and get my act together.   

As usual, I’ll try again this year. Hopefully I’ll be better this year.