Dry Blogging @ The Canvas Cafe
Why am I an hour and a half early? I'm not sure why I do this - now I'm bored and feeling out of place.
It's way to warm in here - drinking hot coffee can't help. I do need the caffeine - I don't know how I'm going to make it through Charles and Joe's shows - I do know that the next couple of days will be spent at home.
I should clean the place anyway. I could start trying to write again. I know there's a way to start but I don't remember what it is. I know that I used to know because I have written before so I must be able to do it.
What translation unit have I lost that turns inspiration into words?
Just do it?
I don't know what that means. I do know what it means I don't know how to make it happen.
I can write but it isn't the inspiration - it's as if there's a filter that scrapes away all that shined so what I get is dull and lifeless. A badly processed photograph of a beautiful life.
There's so many people - what inspires them to get out of bed everyday?
What makes sense to them?
Why can't I see it in their eyes?
People must exist without it I just don't know why.
What is the point of living an uninspired life?
Maybe I'll go sit in the park and think.
