Why is writing such a tough thing to do? I have so many thoughts in my head, but sitting down to write them seems so difficult/stupid/unnecessary/not worth my time. I know the benefits of writing and everything and it's not even something I hate to do. In theory, I really like writing. Occasionally an idea bugs me and I find myself turning phrases over in my head trying to hear the poetry of the lines and when I strike gold in the form of a perfect sentence, I am filled with warm fuzzies. I can spend time with the same passage for days and days and never record a word of what I write in my head. Why? Why don't I update this blog with any semblance of regularity? Why don't I even keep a private journal?
I've been thinking about writing a lot since the semester started. I'm taking a course called "Writing in the Classroom" and every week we have to free write for at least half an hour at the end of class. I'm going to try to turn some of my free writes into blog posts, so hopefully this blog will stay alive for another semester. Maybe it will supercharge me to write outside of class. Maybe.
On a vastly different note: The SAG Awards are on tonight. I have a strange obsession with award shows. I've already made my picks as to who will win tonight. The SAG awards are like practice for the Oscars. Every year I try to rope people into filling out Oscar ballots so we can have a competition and see who gets the most right. Do any of the 4 people who read this want to play this year? Fair warning: I take this very seriously. I have already started researching the probable winners for this year. No one else cares as much as I do, but at least I always win.
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