Unfortunately, I'm having a hard time doing that either (the writing), and I'm unclear why. I don't know about the rest of you, but lately I feel there's this strangling vine of narcissism that's grown wild over the facade of my mind and largely obscured the outside world from my view. The vine has always been present to varying degrees, but it's grown more and more voluminous over time. Nowadays, its mirrored fronds block virtually all of the light outside. It's a good thing to be aware of the room you live in, but the main focus has to be on the view from the window or else you'll start to go crazy. I'm trying to write, and the only thing I can talk about is me, me, me. Like right now. Bad news.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Stuck.
I'm in Little Rock again. It's all overcast skies and chilly weather here, genuinely deciduous flora (as opposed to New Orleans), and an amazing buffet of old friends and good conversations. I have a bad cold that's preventing me from doing much this morning besides sit inside my friend Jared's house, pal around with a cute dog, and try to write.
Unfortunately, I'm having a hard time doing that either (the writing), and I'm unclear why. I don't know about the rest of you, but lately I feel there's this strangling vine of narcissism that's grown wild over the facade of my mind and largely obscured the outside world from my view. The vine has always been present to varying degrees, but it's grown more and more voluminous over time. Nowadays, its mirrored fronds block virtually all of the light outside. It's a good thing to be aware of the room you live in, but the main focus has to be on the view from the window or else you'll start to go crazy. I'm trying to write, and the only thing I can talk about is me, me, me. Like right now. Bad news.
Unfortunately, I'm having a hard time doing that either (the writing), and I'm unclear why. I don't know about the rest of you, but lately I feel there's this strangling vine of narcissism that's grown wild over the facade of my mind and largely obscured the outside world from my view. The vine has always been present to varying degrees, but it's grown more and more voluminous over time. Nowadays, its mirrored fronds block virtually all of the light outside. It's a good thing to be aware of the room you live in, but the main focus has to be on the view from the window or else you'll start to go crazy. I'm trying to write, and the only thing I can talk about is me, me, me. Like right now. Bad news.
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Would you despite (or maybe because of?) this difficulty to write want to come back to The February Blogathon?
ReplyDeleteThank you for the invitation. I think that's a great idea. Sign me up and I'll start tomorrow!
ReplyDeletePS -- If I fail to meet the terms, don't take it personally. I'm failing to meet a lot of terms lately.