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Wow, somebody remind me to never leave the Internet for two months EVER AGAIN.

I was going to publish a new post today. It was going to be enlightening. It was going to be witty. It was going to be relatable. It was going to be PROFOUND. 

Nah psych! It was going to be weird, you already know. I’m sorry for getting your hopes up.

But alas, it never made it to fruition. The thinking struggle is so real right now.

Because I’m out of my writing habit. The flow is not flowing, guys. I need to catch my wave again. It’s coming, I can at least see it. So that’s…something.

BUT NOT “SOMETHING” ENOUGH. NOT THE KIND OF SOMETHING THAT IS A BLOG POST. And you deserve more something. More something that is a blog post. So instead of giving up and rage-eating salad out of a bag like it’s popcorn…except with more butter (naturally), I will at least give you this.

My other idea has been transferred to my notebook. There’s something about hand-writing something over typing it. The ideas just write themselves. My mind wanders more freely. Maybe because writing by hand allows me to write in the same way that my mind organizes thought…in that it doesn’t have much organization at all.

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Welcome to my process…

I copied the beginnings of my drafted post into my book and almost immediately got struck with the rest of my lost ideas. But it’s raw thought. It needs some refinement. But it’s weird. My thoughts don’t survive well being birthed into rigid lines of black and white, letters appearing at the push of a button…all looking so uniform. No, I need five pens of different colors and I need to write in circles, and backwards in some sections, with thought bubbles, and the occasional doodle thrown in. I need to listen to music and watch my pen glide through every sharp edge, smooth swirl, crossed T and dotted I to the rhythm of my tunes. I need to note how my hand pushes heavier on the page when I’m listening to certain genres as opposed to others. I need to write my ‘y’ differently with every word. Sometimes it needs to be two straight lines. Sometimes it needs to be that loopy ‘y.’ Sometimes it needs some extra curvature at the end. I CANNOT EFFECTIVELY GET MY POINTS ACROSS WITHOUT MY Ys BEING DIFFERENT, DOES NO ONE UNDERSTAND MY AGONY.

Wow…uhm. Yeah, I don’t know. I decided to not edit this post.

So long tirade short, I couldn’t get my head in the game. So give me a moment with my long estranged paper and pen. I thought I could type up some greatness, but I’m not that cool. I’ll have some MIND BLOWING BLOG CONTENT for you next week. Until then.

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I’m Lame. I Know, and I’m Sorry.

It’s been a while. A long while. Too long a while. Like three weeks I think? Yeah, let’s go with that. Geez, that’s pretty bad.

I miss you guys.

I miss writing my random thoughts and shooting them into cyberspace. I will be returning to such a thing very very very soon. If I don’t, I fear my brain will explode with all of these thoughts and rants I haven’t been able to get out. So stick with me til Thursday and I’ll have some new nonsense up.

In the meantime, here’s a video I made for my class at school. We have to build a website. Mine is about knitting, and Philly, and knitting in Philly… And I made what is called a “video poetry” of sorts, which I understand to be, lacking the skills to make a coherent piece of film, here’s an explosion of shots that just barely relate to each other, overlayed by some catchy tunes. So tell me what you think! And I apologize if your ears explode at varying points in the video, I have a lot to learn about balancing my audio. I’ll get it together eventually.