To post or not to post, that is the question. . .
I haven't posted in a while and it's been even longer since I've written anything: fanfic or original. My creativeness has been used for knitting Christmas presents, learning how to knit socks and coming up with a knitting needle roll for my needles which are creeping into every room of the house and even out to the car.
Mostly, though, I haven't posted because there are so many things I want to say. I have overload of opinions on everything from politics to religion to fandom to, well, everything. I can't be coherent or clear or defined on anything because I want to be true to myself and part of that is knowing what I truely believe. I'm trying to clear up my psyche, so to speak, by using a writing practice my playwrighting coach taught me many years ago. I am trying to write my credo; all the things that I truly believe.
It all comes back to "People see/hear what they want to see/hear."
And that leads to "Why bother at all?"
Which is probably why I'm more likely to be knitting or sewing than writing.
I am also distracted by life. Work, family, friends.
Most recently friends. I don't seem to keep friends like some do. Probably comes from moving around when I was a kid and, for lack of a better term, hoarding my feelings. I feel like I'm slipping away from friends that I don't want to see slip away. I know this is probably because of an isolationist agenda on my part: something my dad instilled in me: we do not need help/share out feelings. I want to work on these friendships, but it seems like we're going in opposite directions in life. I'm not sure that we actually are, but it feels that way.
Anyway: I've babble enough. Just to end it: I'll be glad when NFL playoffs are done (the husband's gotten hover/anxious) the holiday malaise is past, and I actually accomplish something.
Mostly, though, I haven't posted because there are so many things I want to say. I have overload of opinions on everything from politics to religion to fandom to, well, everything. I can't be coherent or clear or defined on anything because I want to be true to myself and part of that is knowing what I truely believe. I'm trying to clear up my psyche, so to speak, by using a writing practice my playwrighting coach taught me many years ago. I am trying to write my credo; all the things that I truly believe.
It all comes back to "People see/hear what they want to see/hear."
And that leads to "Why bother at all?"
Which is probably why I'm more likely to be knitting or sewing than writing.
I am also distracted by life. Work, family, friends.
Most recently friends. I don't seem to keep friends like some do. Probably comes from moving around when I was a kid and, for lack of a better term, hoarding my feelings. I feel like I'm slipping away from friends that I don't want to see slip away. I know this is probably because of an isolationist agenda on my part: something my dad instilled in me: we do not need help/share out feelings. I want to work on these friendships, but it seems like we're going in opposite directions in life. I'm not sure that we actually are, but it feels that way.
Anyway: I've babble enough. Just to end it: I'll be glad when NFL playoffs are done (the husband's gotten hover/anxious) the holiday malaise is past, and I actually accomplish something.