There is one thing that being on lj hasn’t helped me with, and that is writing. I have a couple of writing projects hanging fire, and am about to take on a couple more. Somehow when I started this I imagined that the practice of writing here, would help me be less blocked in my other writing, but that has not been the case.
Is there only so much writing in me? The answer is of course no, but I haven’t been cultivating a writing practice these past couple of years. I’ve moaned about it here before, fretting about home computer placement, among other things.
(ugh whine whine whine)
There are times when this seems to truly turn into a journal, like the others I’ve kept. At their worst they become places where the furrows of my self reflection become ever deeper ruts, producing the moods they start out describing.
Last week I was all pictures, this week all fretting and rag chewing.