Lazy mind and horny fingers
I proclaim myself as being burned out on a regular basis, when it comes to writing. At times I even forget that the point of this blog is not all the fame and fortune, but killing time. Stabbing it repeatedly one finger at a time.
Big up to a doctor from the rehab I`ve been to; he said: “Don`t ever stop writing. Then he quoted the lead singer of one of the world`s biggest bands, who said, that he is done: every song has been written and he is running on empty. That was somewhere in the beginning of his 25 years long career. After that he has sold more CDs than there are people in Sweden.
New chapter ideas strike me as an association to something I hear or see on a daily basis. ”Oh, wow! This was so true! I should write it down, but I don`t have to, since it`s so insightful- it cannot be forgotten. It can and it always is.
Not so long time ago I used to write several pages of mind blowing shit, wondering how many backups I should make to exclude any chance in the world of those gems disappearing. Next morning just to be hit by an intense anxiety: ”what the hell did I write?! What was I thinking? Please let there be a www. crash, so that it`s all gone before anyone had a chance to read it…
Another aspect of it all is the fact that I am basically putting out the things that I wouldn`t even tell a cop or a saint. In a written form, available to anyone. What if I decide to become a politician or sell my soul in some other way? I guess this is a good way to secure that it will never happen.
I`ve threatened my audience with quitting, unless they grow in numbers and/or show some appreciation… It won`t happen. I will continue until I die. Or worse.
Till soon.
