So I sat… and I sat… and I sat… I would type a sentence then delete it. And follow the same procedure again and again; the monotony clearly showing in my desire to introduce fist to lap-top screen. What to say - wanting to write is grand but without content I’ll have a really poor attempt to record the happenings around me. What I need is inspiration. There is a small college here; I’m bound to find something. How about my friends? They are funny... I think. But putting those into words is much harder.
How about other people’s blogs? I can get inspiration from there. Two blogs that I follow, Lamentations of Matome and The Life of Lyn, have great content. They are wonderful writers but their thoughts aren’t mine.
Then I realized, I must read everything I can. I must write as much as I can. And then, I'll eventually find my groove, the potential that slumbers deep in my soul will awaken... waiting for the right inspiration to ninja sucker punch me squire in the cerebral cortex.