So I’m writing a blog post to explain why I haven’t been writing, or at least not uploading any writing, to my site. I told my live-in girlfriend that if I were writing anything right now it would probably be dark and depressing. Of course, a lot of my stuff is already dark and depressing, so I guess that’s no excuse. Is it really depressing? Really? Okay, maybe not. At least a lot of my stuff is dark, right? I suppose it is…and I suppose the reason for that is this world is so, so dark.
It’s like 1:00 A. M. right now. Dark.
I could whine and complain about the tragedies I suffer because of the tragedy my son suffers and how all this suffering doesn’t give me time to write or it saps the energy or will to write…but that would be lazy lying. There is lying that takes energy…flexing my memory muscles, well, it’s just not my thing. But lazy lying? I’ve been guilty before of it, but not this time.
The truth is I’m no liar, I’m just lazy.
I mean, come on! Writers are supposed to be in their element when the tragic happens. Writers are supposed to bleed on the page their troubles and their pain. Some writers get through difficult times by writing, other writers write until they kill themselves with the pain. But either way, or whether you’re smack in the middle of the extremes, writers, well…they WRITE! And if this sometime writer can’t write when things are going poorly, what is he going to do when things are going well? Is there any hope?
Probably not.
So I’m writing this blog entry to explain that though there are reasons I could use to explain my lack of output, none of them are worth typing here. I have no good excuse. And I apologize. To an empty, echoing room filled with no one.
Sorry.
It’s like 1:00 A. M. right now. Dark.
I could whine and complain about the tragedies I suffer because of the tragedy my son suffers and how all this suffering doesn’t give me time to write or it saps the energy or will to write…but that would be lazy lying. There is lying that takes energy…flexing my memory muscles, well, it’s just not my thing. But lazy lying? I’ve been guilty before of it, but not this time.
The truth is I’m no liar, I’m just lazy.
I mean, come on! Writers are supposed to be in their element when the tragic happens. Writers are supposed to bleed on the page their troubles and their pain. Some writers get through difficult times by writing, other writers write until they kill themselves with the pain. But either way, or whether you’re smack in the middle of the extremes, writers, well…they WRITE! And if this sometime writer can’t write when things are going poorly, what is he going to do when things are going well? Is there any hope?
Probably not.
So I’m writing this blog entry to explain that though there are reasons I could use to explain my lack of output, none of them are worth typing here. I have no good excuse. And I apologize. To an empty, echoing room filled with no one.
Sorry.
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