I don’t know if I am going to write a blog tomorrow. I haven’t decided if I find enough value in continuing. At this point the work of ten minutes is pure habit. It is what I do to remain connected to writing when I spend more time on games than I do on creating. There are reasons for this that stretch far beyond what I am capable of sharing on this blog.
I don’t know that I’m getting a lot out of this nor do I know what, if anything would be better or what comes next.
here’s what I know: my desire to write is outpaced by the the immediacy of gaming rewards and tv shows. They—the games especially—offer a quick distraction that folds into hours of lost time.
writing for the sake of writing only motivates me if I feel like I have a story to tell. I don’t. Not presently. I’m dragging everything up on a flimsy sheet of sticky paper disguised as purpose. Hell, even that doesn’t make any sense. The long and short of it is, I don’t have a mind for focusing on anything that matters so long as I can’t get what matters most right. So I fill the hours with distractions until the distractions become a life.
and here we are.
so maybe it’s best to cut all this out. Go dark. See what lives and grows beyond the light