My mind is never a quiet place. If I’m not working on something, I’m worrying abut something. So it’s confusing and frustrating when I can’t write anything. I’ll sit wherever I’m at, and face down the piece of paper. I’ll stare at it, glare at it, hell, I’ll probably even rip it up and throw is away depending on the mood I’m in.
And it’s ridiculous.
I’m supposed to be writing about my life (something that you’d think I’d have a handle on at this point) not about global warming. I’ve gotten over – with the help of my vlogging- the idea that I shouldn’t write because nobody will read, but now I’m stuck on what’s acceptable for me to write. Part of the reason I have this website is to flesh out my web presence, which is important when trying to find a job in my particular area, but if I’m going to write, I’d like to write about something that doesn’t bore the shit out of me. But, you know, it also shouldn’t be something that will keep me from getting hired.
So, where is that line? I have no fucking clue, but I’ll let you know if and when I find it.