As in, I’ve always felt a deep need to be something more than I am. It was fine when I was in school. There was always another grade to get, year to move up, class to pass, project to finish. But now that I’m supposed to be content with my life, I’m very much not. I’m getting the itch to change the world, and I don’t know what to do with it. (more…)
Tonight seems to be more about organizing and less about writing, and I don’t know whether it’s from a lack of creativity, the fact that I do nothing but write and my mind just gave up, or some reason I’m just not thinking of. Probably all of the above. And also none of the above, because it’s not actually possible to run out of creativity. It’s a finicky fountain of manic self-hatred and joy, but it runs forever.
Anyway, that’s what I started the alphabet challenge for, however many years ago I actually started it. Blogging is hard.
Searching the Internet for things to blog about is like trying to relieve your frustration by pounding on a punching bag made of memory foam. It’s useless, a little painful, and not at all satisfying. So then I remembered that’s what I started my endless A-Z challenge for. With that in mind,