Creation and Separation Anxiety
I have a severe case of writer's block. I liken it to a disease of the mind, where my once commendable ability to create has been totally maimed. It's frustrating, to say the least. Last night I did a little brainstorming, however, and I came up with some basic ideas. They still require a lot of development before I can formulate a viable piece of literature, which I am also finding extraordinarily difficult, so don't expect anything anytime soon.
I think the problem here is that I'm too lazy to think. I blame it on Shop Rite. I have been worked so hard inside that sinister establishment that I no longer can bring myself to do any additional work that isn't actually required of me. Writing something worthwhile requires you to sit down and concentrate on it for an extended period of time. How, in my current condition, can I be expected to do something that entails that much attention?
The last paragraph was pathetic, yet strangely funny. The fact remains, I have only an inkling of memory on the subject of creative writing. I would discuss Shop Rite, but I think everyone is already aware of the extent to which I loathe my job. When school starts it will straighten me out.
There are a lot of people whom I haven't spent time with this summer, and that makes me very sad. Again, my horribly variable work schedule is at least partially to blame, but I won't get started. Katie brought it to my attention in a way, when she expressed to me how upset she was with me for not keeping contact with her. I felt pretty low right then, but I couldn't see a time in the reasonable future where I could plan something with her. Rest assured, I will be spending some time with Katie.
I'm hoping to be able to spend some time with the boys at pool night again as well. I haven't seen Daniel since school ended, I believe. A situation that must be rectified.
I feel that I cannot progress as a guitarist unless I make an effort to spending time everyday, doing the boring, repetitive drills in one of my books, and moving along in an effort to learn more fundamentals. Learning actual songs by reading tablature is really fun, but it doesn't promote self-improvement. I've decided that playing guitar isn't a useful skill unless you can impress people.
So, there you have everything (read: some) that is wrong with me.
Next week we'll discuss... something else.
I think the problem here is that I'm too lazy to think. I blame it on Shop Rite. I have been worked so hard inside that sinister establishment that I no longer can bring myself to do any additional work that isn't actually required of me. Writing something worthwhile requires you to sit down and concentrate on it for an extended period of time. How, in my current condition, can I be expected to do something that entails that much attention?
The last paragraph was pathetic, yet strangely funny. The fact remains, I have only an inkling of memory on the subject of creative writing. I would discuss Shop Rite, but I think everyone is already aware of the extent to which I loathe my job. When school starts it will straighten me out.
There are a lot of people whom I haven't spent time with this summer, and that makes me very sad. Again, my horribly variable work schedule is at least partially to blame, but I won't get started. Katie brought it to my attention in a way, when she expressed to me how upset she was with me for not keeping contact with her. I felt pretty low right then, but I couldn't see a time in the reasonable future where I could plan something with her. Rest assured, I will be spending some time with Katie.
I'm hoping to be able to spend some time with the boys at pool night again as well. I haven't seen Daniel since school ended, I believe. A situation that must be rectified.
I feel that I cannot progress as a guitarist unless I make an effort to spending time everyday, doing the boring, repetitive drills in one of my books, and moving along in an effort to learn more fundamentals. Learning actual songs by reading tablature is really fun, but it doesn't promote self-improvement. I've decided that playing guitar isn't a useful skill unless you can impress people.
So, there you have everything (read: some) that is wrong with me.
Next week we'll discuss... something else.