Isn't that why it's called reality?
Well, lately I am struggling to grasp this entire philosophy. I am in a process of juggling "reality" with my desire to pursue a (hopefully successful) career in the Arts.
Yesterday, I sat around for a long time, thinking about this whole business of writing. I have been engrossed in this medium for a very long time and most recently, developed some regularity with it. But then someone said I ought to really write, you know, seriously.
This left me almost short of breath as the word "seriously" washed over me. Am I not taking my writing seriously... or rather, myself seriously?
I've only just begun writing again on a regular basis, but lately I have been wondering if I should I apply all this creative energy to a more serious pursuit: like maybe a screenplay or novel.
But then, I go into a really negative zone and begin to feel (dare I even utter the word) blocked. And then the blockage seems to creep into the other free flowing creative outlets, spreading a foggy haze.
And it makes me feel frightfully inadequate.
So that is where I am at tonight; feeling a little blocked, a little foggy and seriously concerned that nothing will amount from any of this.
I suspect we all have days like this; and today is just one of those days for me.
Hopefully, I will snap out of it soon and get back to my regular old self; you remember the one, full of positivity, witty anecdotes and metaphors galore??? Yup, that's the one.
Seriously... that's about as serious a writer I am gonna get tonight.
Today:
1 oz Malibu
Splash of Pineapple Juice
