A few days ago I realized that two of my blog series (stories from my life) were left hanging with no conclusion. I had posted 3 or 4 entries about the beginning of my relationship with Sam and then of course the blogs about Stephanie's death which I only had one left to write. Sometimes I fall into a funk where writing feels forced and so, I have to step away for awhile. Since starting my job the creative juices have dried up and my mind is unable to create these non fiction accounts of my life and make them sound interesting and cohesive.
I also have another blog series I've been mulling around in my brain. I want to write about each concert I've ever been to. That idea has pretty much stayed dormant without getting much beyond the developmental stages. Eh ... listen to me wax eloquently about a blog only a handful of people might read. I heard somewhere that all writer's must have an ego in order to write well. I suppose I can be a bit of a narcissist, but I'm not sure if that makes me a good writer. Oh well.
Speaking of concerts, I watched
Ani DiFranco's 'Trust' last night. I really wish I could have seen her this year. I miss the camaraderie of a hundred or so female (and some male) voices raising up and reciting every lyric the folk singer utters.
Oh, well. At least I have 'Twilight' on Sunday. 6 more days!