Inertia

My blog neglect has been weighing heavily on my mind for the past month. Almost every day I chide myself to just write something, anything, so as not to let my creative juices dry up. And every time the same response pops into my head, 'But I have nothing interesting to write about.'

My life is not what you would call interesting at the moment, so daily or weekly updates would be rather anticlimactic. I envy those people that draw, paint, sculpt, just create on a regular basis in order to express themselves. For me, writing is an exhausting process. The only time the words pour out of me is at times of great turmoil, and those words are certainly not for public consumption. Right now, I don't feel like I have the time or energy to sit down and work on a piece to post here, and even if I did, what would I write about?

Fiction seems completely unappealing at the moment. I could dazzle you with anecdotes from my life, but what parts of my soul do I feel comfortable baring to complete strangers? Perhaps movie or book reviews, but that seems so trite and self indulgent. At least it would get my fingers moving in the right direction. Maybe.

Regardless, I'm mulling things over, trying to come up with something interesting or entertaining to write about. I guess this post is a step in the write direction. Ha.