I’ve decided that it’s really draining, attempting to think of blog posts. I mean, really, I was never planning on writing for anyone. Which is why I have a personal journal as WELL as this blog. However, sometimes, I write something in one and then forget to write it in the other, and my continuous storyline of a life gets dismantled (when I read it over again) because one entry will be all “I went to the mall.” and the next will be like “OMG I went to Cuba, it was awesome”…. and I’ll be all…. buh?
Anyway, that’s not really the problem. The problem is that due to excessive laziness and procrastination I’ve actually managed to stop writing everyday, both online and in my journal. This is not good. Not good at all.
And generally, I don’t set limits for myself, because well… some days you feel like spawning creative juice babies, and some days you just don’t feel up to devilish procreation. That’s just the way the spawn spawns (a weak relation to ‘that’s the way the cookie crumbles’ I really just need to spend more time on my metaphors, is what I’m saying).
All of a sudden I’m realizing that I need to finish 2 books by the end of this week, write an article, submit some poetry, gather up a more poetry to submit to a competition, annnnnnnnnnnnd perhaps, you know, go to work 2 times, go to 2 poetry events, go out dancing tonight, and possibly sleep. But really, don’t I love life like this? YES.
Hellooooooooooooooooo life, I en-JOY the heck out of you.
I really think it’s a good idea to set some sort of writing limits for myself – not regarding this blog, but writing writing. AT LEAST 1 poem per week, and a short story every month. And then at the end of the month I’ll do a run down of what I’ve written, and that will be an epic 2 days worth of updates, or so.
YES. Therefore, the last week of every month (starting in March, I think, because omg february makes me pee my pants, and well, March isn’t that much better, but STILL, I NEED TO, DAMNIT) will be like CREATIVE WRITING READ ME PLEASE week. 🙂