February 14, 2008

• A Total Blank

  I sit here, a total blank.   My fingers type these words,  letter by letter.
  
  Did you know the QWERTY system of keyboard was actually created to SLOW DOWN the typist's speed to help prevent the keys from jamming?

  I recently read that somewhere.
  
  I've been a total blank this whole week.  Biting my lip and enduring the freezing wet weather.  I haven't written a thing but have spent any free time reading my novel,  'carved in bone'   the first of the series of  'body farm' novels.  It isn't all that great in my opinion.  I'm almost finished. They are really just marketing and producing a book for people interested in the macabre,  in the guise of detective work.
  how a body rots.
  how a bone is or isn't cut.
  you know;  all of that interesting stuff about crime and death and bodies laying i a field to rot so you can count the days until the insect eggs hatch.
  
  I admit I can be a bit grim.  If I were younger I think I would be interested in working in some aspect of the field of working with clues to a murder or otherwise investigating the dead on some level.
  
  I have been successfully avoiding writing anything now for nearly a week.  It is easy,  when you are reading and you are reading to "see how someone else writes",  but at least you are reading something you picked out that you thought you'd be interested in and have successfully fooled yourself into thinking that you are 'thinking about writing' which is 'just as good' as actually writing something, if nothing at all, but just writing.
  
  It's easy not to care when it is one hundred fifty degrees below zero and the rain is pounding on the glass and you can't find your other boot and are already sweating,  all bundled up getting ready to go out and face the cold, cold world,   medication nauseating your guts slowly and unsure if you might retch on the way to the subway because you spent too much time reading or otherwise not writing and not eating either and are getting sick off of medication on a other than a yougartwise empty stomach.

  I know nothing or not much about "point of view" and how it should be used.
  I need to take a class...

  "Take a class, man!"!,
   what a sarcastic retort.
  
  We've got this thing with the doorknob falling off,  usually when I leave.  Yes the door knob keeps falling off.  How the hell am I not supposed to read something psychically symbolic and meaningful into THAT?
  
  Speaking of that,  a therapist,  a psychologist down on 70something was hacked to death in her office last night by an insane person with knives and a meat cleaver.  How insane is that!  That only happens in New York Times Best Selling Pulp Fiction novels by CELEBRITY writers.
  
  I'm not posting the link to the news source here.
  
   You have to have a gimmick or a theme or be a celebrity to write anything and it has to be heavily marketed these days.
  
    I just realized that this was all total blather just flowing out my head,  an attempt at forcing myself to write something,   as the books and things say.     Blogging is an avoidance at rewriting something I wrote which I have lost all faith in.
  
  I realize that I must be partly manic,  I wrote two full stories on one Saturday several days back,  even posted one for a day,  then removed it.   Now I hate them both and have second thoughts about that and think WHAT?  Am I DILLUSIONAL?
  
  
   DEEEEEEEEEEEE- LOSEIONAL!!!  DEEE  LUSIONAL
  
   It's DEEEE Licious,   it's DEEE LOVELY!   IT"S DELUSIONAL!    De-illusional  deilusional deillusional diluted
  
      delusional.com

  I have to be getting ready for work.  I could type more but won't.

  I have blogged a bloggy blog.  The E-Pit-'O-Me of blogs.
  A nothing blog.  A simple minded self absorbed and grossly personal blog!
  A blog about blogging, cyclic blog, repetitive, redundant, repetitive blog.

  What to write when you don't have anything to say.
  Why are we compelled to write...

  This is so redundant.
  Is life redundant?

  Ok, here's my question of the week.

  Is LIFE REALLY a NEW DAY, EVERY DAY?  Or is it REALLY, the SAME DAY, over and over again??

  Really?   I'm going to go suggest that to the featured question people right now.
  

  • 7:53 am
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