Thoughts of LJ
I read you every day and never post a word. Why?
As fewer and fewer of my old friends post I link about why I pass this place very day without comment and the sad truth comes home. Guilt. I feel guilty for any bit of writing that doesn't feed a purpose - work, classes, whatever.
It seems wrong to put something I enjoy in such a narrow box. Should I only write what feeds an image I try to create? Should I devote all my words to a product I try to sell? Should I create only for utility and never for joy?
I stopped posting a few years ago when I decided I didn't want to be a misery blog. My life sucks, I want to die, boo hoo hoo. For a bit I had nothing else to say. So I said nothing.
I got out of the habit, I suppose. I lost the pattern and focused on other things and nothing. Boo hoo hoo I suppose, but nonetheless....
This week has me chained to my desk, writing on Chakras and panicking.
I miss you.
I promise I'll write soon....
As fewer and fewer of my old friends post I link about why I pass this place very day without comment and the sad truth comes home. Guilt. I feel guilty for any bit of writing that doesn't feed a purpose - work, classes, whatever.
It seems wrong to put something I enjoy in such a narrow box. Should I only write what feeds an image I try to create? Should I devote all my words to a product I try to sell? Should I create only for utility and never for joy?
I stopped posting a few years ago when I decided I didn't want to be a misery blog. My life sucks, I want to die, boo hoo hoo. For a bit I had nothing else to say. So I said nothing.
I got out of the habit, I suppose. I lost the pattern and focused on other things and nothing. Boo hoo hoo I suppose, but nonetheless....
This week has me chained to my desk, writing on Chakras and panicking.
I miss you.
I promise I'll write soon....