I'll try "trust-ing the gush" right now because, like countless other times in my writing, I've run out of things to say. I've lost my train of thought.
"The gush"- I have this terrible procrastination reflex that kicks in when writing. Throughout my years in school I've built this hatred for writing, which I really wish I didn't have. Every word I type screams at me to go do something meaningless and 'fun' be it browsing the interwebs or playing a time-wasting round of Angry Birds (which is really a very boring and mindless game). 'fun' is in quotes because every time I've ever looked back and replayed the hours I've wasted on the web I find that those moments were quite useless, extraneous, and quite the waste of my life.
I post this blog at 11:00 at night when I could have written it three hours earlier, what have I been doing you ask? Well there's this game called Exit Path 2, it's pretty well done, fun and different gameplay, that took about 30 minutes. There's a plethora of trips down to my kitchen to make tea, take dayquil (I have a mild head cold which is also hindering my writing drive), talk to my mom, wander aimlessly, and use the bathroom (which is quite silly because I have a bathroom upstairs that's much closer). Oh, and don't forget the biggest time-waster of them all (for most kids, not me, necessarily), that's right, the almighty Facebook.
Out of all my activities, this blog post probably took me the least amount of time to accomplish. So why don't I just do it and get it over with? Because I have acquired, over the years, an imaginary writers block, I think I can't write easily or well so I can't. My mind has taken a mental fallacy and turned it into a physical reality, and if I ever have any hope of overcoming my own mental ineptitude I must go deeper into my writing and force myself to realize that writing is not a chore, it is a blessing.
Hey, that last sentence sounded a little familiar...
--A_Walk
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