On Writer's Block, and Photography.

I know that you know that everyone knows exactly how this feels. Okay, I may have added that last "know" just for the heck of it, but I guess you know what I'm trying to get across.

You're up way later than you want to be because you've got a report due in a couple of hours, and you've got a lot of backlog to deal with. It doesn't really matter whether you're a student, an author, or a plain ol' white collar worker; A failed report pretty much spells out the end of days for you.

It's not that you've got no desire to write. It's just that your brain seems to have gone to sleep for a bit. This can be particularly annoying when it just seems to go on, and on, and on.


Right now, I'm in the middle of trying to revise this story I'm working on. It's not a rehash of that old scrap paper job I did a few years ago, though I suppose there are some similarities. Not that I think anyone gives a damn, apparently.

It's not the first time that I've gotten stuck on a story before I've even written it, and I'm sure that it's not going to be the last. To the day, it's been three years since I've written anything for the heck of it. How I managed to keep track? That's something I'd really rather not mention. If you're really that curious though, there's this item called "Properties" that appears whenever you right-click an icon. In the case of text documents and the like, there's even this nifty little line of text that reads: date modified.

Honestly, I used to love writing almost as much as I did reading. Apart from the quarter-dozen entries on this blog, apart from a couple standalone shorts and the occasional poem, my pen's been dedicated to nothing more exciting than filling up answer sheets and writing up essays. Sure, my essays are supposedly good, but I don't think they're anywhere near the quality of my previous... is there another word for "work"?

... See what I mean?

I've taken to photography as of late, and while a picture may be worth a thousand words, the sort of pictures I've been taking can only be likened to a treatise on the practical uses of various soils: bland. No offense intended to those who find that sort of topic interesting, by the way.

Lacking in inspiration, I am not. Though I'm not sure whether to be saddened or elated by recent events, my social life has been eventful. At the very least, it has been relatively so. Perhaps my transition from an exclusive for boys school to a co-ed one may have something to do with that? I may still be a bit girl-shy, and act the fool for no particular reason, but I don't think that justifies certain... happenings.

By my count, there were at least four (I may have missed a few) things in the last few paragraphs that I might have written something on that would have been of interest to other people.  I wonder why I haven't started anything, then?


P.S.
Since I've little else to share, here are a few of my favorite recent shots. Naturally, these being among the best of my pictures, you can conjecture just how little talent I have in photography. Ah, well. As they say, que sera sera.