In A Land of Make Believe That Don't Believe In Me

Lately I've had the feeling that I'm forcing myself to blog, which means that I force myself to sit at my computer, force myself to come up with content, and force thus force myself to be creative. I feel that this attitude is forcing me to write underdeveloped and uninteresting posts. But then again, I need to keep writing, right?

Unfortunately, I'm currently still amidst a creative stalemate - and I need to get back on track fast. With an updated revision of Almost Gone due in under two weeks, I have a lot of writing to get done in little time. I've put two days of dedicated writing in thus far, and I have plenty more to do. Next weekend will be huge: I'm taking Saturday off work in order to plow through a ton of writing. This whole week will be the same way: I actually have plans (intentions, really) to put work and other school aside in order to write. I'm giving up video games to write. I'm giving up friends to write. It'll be an insanely busy week... at my computer.

I've turned to music to inspire me, much as it used to. With a master playlist of over 2,500 tracks, you would think that I could find something to carry my imagination away and produce the dreams that always manage to influence my writing. I've turned to the past for solace: Green Day, Blessid Union of Souls, Smash Mouth, Creed, Elton John, and various other random artists. Almost Gone is supposed to be a twisted love story on steroids, so I'm finding inspiration in my current and former love life, and in the music that inspires my love life.

Shifting gears...

I went with a good friend today for a "chili walk." Hosted by the Wood County Park District, we set out around 11:00am from Wintergarden Park in Bowling Green and walked a short trail or two. I learned a lot about some of the immediate and local wildlife, geology, and current situation of the park. As much as it felt like a field trip from high school, it also felt relaxing: among the hustle and bustle of school, work, programming, and writing, I was able to spend an hour "breathing" in the wilderness of nature that I miss so much (Towpath, anyone?). The chili was certainly good, as was hot chocolate. I should get out more with the Park District and do these sorts of things. No... not should... I will.

With that, I'm off to write some more, relax a tiny but tonight (maybe a half-hour of DS?), and finally get a full-night's rest of sleep.

Out.