I am not a writer. This is how I know its true:
I can only write when something really inspires me or annoys me.
I can't write when something annoys me so much it is the only thing I can think about.
For example, there has been a particular topic that has been nagging at my insides for about a week now. While trying to look for people doing dumb things to share with the world, this particular topic kept stifling my creativity.
So, yesterday I wrote a blog about it titled "The Twitter Star." Which I did not post.
Why, you may ask?
I had clearly let this one fester for a little to long - it was very mean spirited and way too targeted at a particular person. And because I didn't post it, I have yet to express my excessive hatred, leaving me
still roadblocked and left only to write about writing and to tweet only about Charlie Sheen.
So, in hopes to diffuse some of the tension in my soul, here is the last line of my last blog post:
"You don't even have a verified account, doosh."
Maybe I should consider talking to someone.
No comments:
Post a Comment