The Art of Not-Writing

P.: When will you write something new on LJ?
Me: I think there is a gap in my schedule next year somewhere, let's say, around Christmas?

I'm truely sorry for the fall in amount of writing lately. It's a spiral towards complete inactivity and I hope I can stop spiralling before I decide to go into hibernation. Writing and ideas never come alone. Once I write I suddenly have a lot to say and keep on writing. When I quit, everything starts to fade out and there is nothing new in the world to share. It's that outlook on the world that suddenly changes. When I blog I look at things I can blog about. When I for some reason stop blogging I forget to look at my surroundings and it's not always easy to get in the 'flow' of observing again. I'll be over here, looking for my 'flow' and will keep you posted if it decides to come back or not.

Some news from the Writing Front.

It feels like the East Front. You sign up and won't be able to come back unchanged – if you ever can come back. The constant pressure drives you to the edge of reason, but you consider it a good sign. It keeps you alert, on your toes. You see your mistakes before you make them. You try to dodge the bullets that plug holes into a well made train of thought, but nonetheless you stumble and fall.

I've been working for ages on a stupid little thing, a short text that should be okay for a magazine. Like it's a must I could never be satisfied and it took me the best part of the afternoon to write it. It should be publishable, although it won't be published. I don't feel accomplished, even if I might start writing some more of these little things that eventually will get published. No, I have returned from the Front and I realise my efforts were meaningless.