Spotless Mind

So I have this hangup where I feel like every time I post something on here it needs to be brilliant. Or inspired. Or something. But that's just me wanting you to see how smart I am. How funny I am. Not how insecure I am. Because, really, who wants to see that in another person. It's awkward. It's the sort of thing we pretend we didn't notice when we do see it. But, well, it's also kinda boring. And inhibiting. For me. As a writer.

Sometimes, when and if you tune in to this odd little broadcast, you might think to yourself; "Self, what do you suppose this fellow was thinking when he posted this?" Or maybe; "Self, this is the lamest post I have yet come across on these here inter-nets." Or perhaps; "Self, why, oh why, am I referring to myself in the third person?" And if you do, well, I can't help that. Because, as much as I'd like to tell myself that I'm here to entertain you, I'm not. I'm here to try and get myself writing on a more regular basis.

You see, I'm a writer who doesn't write all that much. Sure, I have, on occasion, put enough words together to create an entire play. But the majority of writing I do takes place in my brain. I daydream about an idea, plot it all out, and then let it be. Sometimes I think to write these ideas down. Sometimes they amass themselves into five or ten pages of a story that has all the makings of play or a screenplay. But then I get distracted by some new idea and the old ones get pushed off to the side and forgotten like some many old toys. Things that once fascinated me, but now I have no time for.

Well that's what I'm going to use this blog for. To keep track of these ideas. To be my depository of inklings and brainstorms and wonderments. Maybe if I can collect enough of them together in one place they'll magically link themselves and bring forth a full fledged play. Or movie. Or really rad haiku. Only time will tell. And time, she is a moving on and has no plans to wait around long enough for me to get my ship together before the coming floods sweep me away to that far away isle from which no man returns.

So, Gentle Reader, bare with me, won't you. And who knows. Maybe somewhere along the way I'll pull back the curtain to reveal a place in time that will make you feel like the gods have reached down your throat and squeezed your heart nigh unto bursting.

Or maybe this blog will become so heaped with bullshit that it gets used to fertilize other, more productive, blogs.

Either way, I hope to make it an interesting journey.