On Writing…

I’m not a writer because I went to journalism school, did writing internships, or spend an insane amount of time writing about electronics recycling and the environment. I’m a writer because I can’t imagine not writing.

For me, it’s a form of sanity. We’ve all had those nights when it’s impossible to sleep because there is just too much to think about. For me, writing is one of the few things that lets me stop thinking. Once I’m in the “zone,” the words just flow and I don’t have to think about it too much. Maybe that’s why I do my best writing at 2 a.m. when I’m sleep deprived and just a little insane . . .

Late Night Ramblings

I haven’t blogged in months and I wish I could say it’s because I’ve been off living this glamorous life.

In reality, it’s a combination of things. I’ve been busy at work, seeing friends, with life… I’m tired when I get home and I can’t blog at two in the morning unless I want to be exhausted the next day. But the biggest reason why I haven’t been writing is that I want to take this blog in a direction that I can be proud of, but I don’t know how to do it.

Anyway, I was just about to go to bed and I realized that I had to post something or I’d never do it. So I’m sitting here at 1:00 AM writing. Like I used to. But I’m not going to edit this post like I usually do.

So here’s my post… I have no fabulous explanations or grand promises to offer. All I can say is that I have no plans to abandon this blog and I truly love writing.

If you’re still reading my jumbled up thoughts, thank you for your patience.  Like I said, I think that if I stopped to edit this, I wouldn’t have posted it.

Excuses, excuses

I feel like I’m stuck between idealistic and realistic. I honestly planned to do a post a day here, but at the same time, I don’t think that’s very realistic. As you might know, I already post 5 times a week on my company blog while doing other work for them. I try to write posts on the weekends and evenings, but I don’t always have the time or energy to.

I’ve also been sick–first with a cold, and now an infection. And I’ve been packing up my childhood room and shopping for my apartment. I move on Saturday, so I expect I”ll be quite busy until then.

I have some planned social media posts and book reviews, all I need is time.

Maybe it’ll be easier to jump back on the bandwagon once I move. I can be an idealist sometimes, right?

 

But it looks like a pomegranate, right?

Somebody saw somethin’ and they said hey, it looks like a pomegranate, and I don’t know why they call it a pomegranate, but it looks like a pomegranate, right? It became, no matter what language you spoke it in, the syllables are frequencies. It’s the world of creation in vibrating strings, which is sound.

I’ve loved Bright Eyes ever since I was 15 or 16. The lyrics are lovely and poetic, you can find a song to fit almost any mood, and Conor Oberst is just nice to listen to.

Anyway, the first Bright Eyes album in about four years came out yesterday and I’ve been listening to it ever since.

Even though the part I quoted wasn’t spoken by Conor Oberst, it made me smile. Doesn’t everyone wonder these things? Or maybe it’s just people like me, who love words in general.

Do you ever wonder how words like this came to exist?

By the way, the song is called Jejune Stars if anyone is curious.