WRITING
Unfinished And Half-Assed
Excerpts from my journaling over the past few months that mean everything to me and nothing at all
I don’t know what everyone else does these days, but I seem to go through tremendous bouts of fervent writing followed by periods of near-radio silence. A lot of it is driven by my mood, which someone once said was only appropriate for cows and…I forget, but the world is such a crazy place that often I feel overwhelmed by it all.
There are already so many words in the conversation that even one more can seem extraneous and superfluous. I seem to have been fighting this on and off for months, and I can’t account for it all. I try not to despair, and I trust that it will always return. I never fear the words running out, but I sometimes worry about the fruitlessness of it all.
What follows is a collection of random thoughts I’ve jotted down over the past few weeks and months in my journals. They may become the seeds of larger narratives, or they may become nothing. I don’t feel comfortable publishing them in any of my publications because it’s not a thing I would accept myself, but I still find value in it. Either way, I’ve decided to share them with you, such as they are.
