I’ve got a little something to say to you. I started you awhile ago, in the hopes that the routine practice of writing about something I’m interested in would give me a way to sharpen my skills even outside of the work-associated tactics. Maybe it’s the combination of those things lately, but I feel I’ve been neglecting you.
I listen to new music I like, sure. I sing my effing brains out to it, sometimes, and I use it as a way to distract myself from all the other pains I seem to be so intent on focusing on otherwise. But lately, the inspiration for such things has been so close to dead. In terms of the writing for me I swore to hold onto, it has fallen by the wayside. And in more ways than the virtual ones.
I spend mediocre amount of time seeing what other people say in similar piece-of-the-web places, targeted towards those who do it well. Often interesting, but rarely inspiring. In fact, quite the opposite — if they can do it, why can’t I?