More about nothing –

The important thing is to write. All the time, every day as much as possible. It really is just like any other activity, practice, practice, practice! With that having been said, I have not written in a while.

Oh sure, a few notes in class, directions while on phone, a note to pick up toilet paper, butter and condoms. (No particular connection, really) I use things like, school and moving as excuses. Ye old ‘too busy’ bullshit. Or, then there is the ‘I don’t have any thing to write about’ whine.

Truth is, writing is a release, a salve, magic potion, 2 bit snake oil, cure-all for me when I am not feeling well. It takes the edges off the shattered glass shards of my feelings on occasion. I makes sense of the senseless that frustrates me into paralyzing rage.  It lets me get out the things that are destroying me from the inside in a controlled destruction. (Compared to a verbal assault with tangents and volume changes, facial expressions and tone that more often than not leave irreparable damage behind)

I have also felt that to be to open, to let you see too much is not so smart either. No matter how much it helps me to clear up and out, to repel and defeat the demons, let loose (and there for take the strength from) the poisons that flow through, no matter that I need to write, I do not do so much anymore.

It has been suggested I write my really dark and ugly stuff under another moniker, one that could not be easily found when simply looking for me by name. I will not beat this dead horse, if you don’t know why letting your inner feelings be known to anyone with an interest in you by name, you would not understand my apprehension.

So, here I am forcing myself to write but without a topic, direction or goal. Writing for the words sake alone. This is the hardest. Be interesting without saying anything. Be thoughtful without revealing anything. Which begs the question, what’s the point?

Practice. Practice. Practice. For what and to what end I’ve no idea. Long dead is the idea writing could or would be an option for income. I really have yet to even figure out how ‘blogger’ became a job. Then again, if you have something to say or write about, you know the basics functions of grammar, then you can get a regular following. Like a single pane cartoon – if you’re good, you’re good and people will notice.

Not interested in rehashing where I went wrong to end up here. Not comfortable telling you what it feels like or how it makes me feel. Nothing coming up to share about. Just working the phalanges and trying to find my misplaced alliteration.

Someone wanted to hear about Africa – maybe next time. As it approaches six months past, a fresh and clear review could be in order.

A V