Is this what they mean by writer's block? God I hate it.
I'm having a bit of difficultly in writing today. Usually the words just flow from my fingertips as I type, pretty much, whatever's on my mind. Yet lately, not sure if you noticed, I've been needing to stifle my creativity a bit. There is no more anonymity, everyone and their uncle knows Bandit Talks. Everywhere I turn I'm pissing someone off. But I'm not going to let that stop me.
I know it's gonna work out this time,I really don't have much to write about. So why am I even bothering to post? Because I feel like it I guess. I enjoy the act of writing. Not only do I find it enjoyable; I find it cathartic (when I can say what I feel).
This time....I am...changing!
And nothing's gonna stop...Okay, what's something safe to write about...
Well, I can hardly believe that it's nearly the end of the first month of the year. To be out and out cliche: God, how time flies. A month ago I was preparing for Christmas, just beginning my vacation. Phyllis was in town. Things can really change in a month. Or have they really? Only time will tell.
Oh God! Is that all I have to write about? How the month has gone by? How 23 days have past in the first month of 2007? That's pathetic!
Well, I suppose I could get into the details of the New England weather. It's been awfully cold. Seasonably cold unlike a month ago when I was Christmas shopping in shorts.
Wow, that's another riveting topic.
Alright, enough! Then again...
There's the feelings I have for [CENSORED], a lot going on with [CENSORED] and when I tell you about [CENSORED] you wouldn't believe the details. Then again there's me. Crazy Rick, still in [CENSORED] hoping that [CENSORED] will come my way. Or what about the fact that the other night while I was at [CENSORED], I met [CENSORED] and could have [CENSORED] but didn't. [CENSORED] wants me to [CENSORED] but I don't think I'm going to.
Or when I got [CENSORED] I worked it out so that [CENSORED] and got [CENSORED]. I was pretty proud of myself.
Tomorrow I'm going to my [CENSORED]. He wants me to think about [CENSORED]. He thinks I might be able to [CENSORED] it out with [CENSORED], if I can clearly [CENSORED] what is [CENSORED] and what I [CENSORED] in a [CENSORED]. Perhaps my [CENSORED] of [CENSORED] are remnants from [CENSORED].
Okay, I feel a little bit better. On the brighter side, censorship does bring a bit of publicity. At least I'm getting attention right? (Drama queen!)
Off for the day...