21 October 2009 - Reboot

Circles on the ground.
Circles right under me.
Straight line. Point. Stop.

I have burnt out. Writing has become a chore that I am now avoiding. Somewhat successfully.

This is okay. I will rest if I need to, or start again right away. But I will start again.

I think it's because I set up too much of a monolithic parameter. Too much of a rule. If I am not stopping my pen because it's a rule, not making the rule my own, then I wear myself out. It's that simple. I need to make the rules my own.

Let me remind myself.

Why am I writing?

I write because I want to create something for other people. I have a voice, I have visions and ideas and thoughts and diatribes, and I want others to know them. Writing can be a human excretion like all the others. Writing is a shared bodily fluid.

I write because I write. The meaning of writing is just writing.

Anything can be a gateway into the timeless, into the undifferentiated truth: I pick writing because it is familiar to me, a tool I grew up using.

It's simple and cheap. I do use up a lot of ink and paper, but it's not that much in the end.

Maybe what I need is to find peers? I have this bad habit of trying to develop skills in isolation. Human interaction is vital for any activity. Isolation is good in itself, but it needs to be balanced.

I avoid this step in a lot of my enterprises. I think it's time to start looking into a writing club or something. This blog is a good first step. On to the next one.