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I know, I know... I said I would write more often and I meant it, but I really couldn't find anything to write about. Now, it may look like I finally found something that is worth writing about, but no. Not even close. However, it is the starting, the hardest part. Once you're on the road, all the pieces would fall into their places. Well, so far they didn't, but I'm hopeful. I will not give in to despair.
In a movie were two people, a man and a woman, they talked about how they had nothing to talk about. It was quite amusing. Maybe I should write about how I have nothing to write about. So the question is, how come I think over and over again for weeks, but can not find anything to write about?
Actually, I'm quite impressed with what I wrote (or have written? I just don't know which one to use...) so far. I've used some words for the first time, for example. Not that you care... For my part, I'm content with having written gibberish as long as I improve my writing. But not you, no... The trick is to find something interesting that would make you read, no let me rephrase that, it is to find something interesting that would make me think that someone might actually want to read what I'm writing so that I can keep pretending that there are real people out there who actually read this blog. Otherwise, it's just no fun.
Also, why am I the only one who has to work for this weird relationship between you -the reader, and me -the writer, to continue? I don't expect you to show any effort, but a little appreciation won't hurt. It takes me hours sometimes to write a single post. There is a harsh competition between the sentences that pops into my head to be able to reach my pen. So few of them make it. It is a sad scene to witness. I've had to sacrifice so many excellent sentences just to please you. They were sophisticated, grammatically correct, had new words and phrases in them, anything I can hope for... But they were unrelated and uninteresting for you. And for that, they were doomed.
Okay, this is not going anywhere. I'll end it here. And read some books.
In a movie were two people, a man and a woman, they talked about how they had nothing to talk about. It was quite amusing. Maybe I should write about how I have nothing to write about. So the question is, how come I think over and over again for weeks, but can not find anything to write about?
Actually, I'm quite impressed with what I wrote (or have written? I just don't know which one to use...) so far. I've used some words for the first time, for example. Not that you care... For my part, I'm content with having written gibberish as long as I improve my writing. But not you, no... The trick is to find something interesting that would make you read, no let me rephrase that, it is to find something interesting that would make me think that someone might actually want to read what I'm writing so that I can keep pretending that there are real people out there who actually read this blog. Otherwise, it's just no fun.
Also, why am I the only one who has to work for this weird relationship between you -the reader, and me -the writer, to continue? I don't expect you to show any effort, but a little appreciation won't hurt. It takes me hours sometimes to write a single post. There is a harsh competition between the sentences that pops into my head to be able to reach my pen. So few of them make it. It is a sad scene to witness. I've had to sacrifice so many excellent sentences just to please you. They were sophisticated, grammatically correct, had new words and phrases in them, anything I can hope for... But they were unrelated and uninteresting for you. And for that, they were doomed.
Okay, this is not going anywhere. I'll end it here. And read some books.
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