I know I promised a blog but I’m finding it hard to think of something to write about.
This has occurred before; not on this blog but when I’ve tried to write something in the past.
Only recently I started writing a series of fictional diary entries in an attempt to get myself writing again. This worked perfectly for a couple of weeks when I was knee deep in enthusiasm and time but now, further down the line, I resent my two dimensional characters and don’t believe in their situation.
This is a trend that I have followed for a few years: get really into an idea, start writing and love it and then abandon it because I grow to hate it.
Only once have I ever finished a project and now I look back at it and wonder why I spent so much time labouring over it; it was dull, childish and didn’t flow.
This is another reason why I bought a scrapbook so I could write down all of these good ideas, to get them out of my system, and then never think of them again. So I started to do this but found the pull of an idea just lying there dormant too tempting. I developed a few of the but, once again, I grew bored.
I was thinking of doing a series of short stories so that my writing continued to be varied and not too long and dull.
I think my problem is that I lose internet in things quickly; people, films and food – they’re all the same. Once I’ve had enough of it I don’t want anymore. (This isn’t the case for good friends who I’ve known for years and could spent days with, brilliant films that I could watch on repeat until the day I die and food so lush that I could eat that and only that all day, every day.)
I guess what I’m trying to say is that sometimes I need to try something different to keep myself interested and I think I’ll start posting more pictures and dreams I’ve had and maybe even start doing film reviews (if I can sit through an entire film to review one!) and food reviews and blogs.
So yeah, thanks for your patience and continued support.