All The Worlds A Stage

What does it take let the walls down, and write? I've started several blogs in the past, and they all eventually end up on the blog dung heap. I do have a burning desire to write, but to do so in a meaningful way. Cathartic yes, but in a creative and interesting way that others would be interested in reading. I think it's human nature to be expressive, but sometimes we have all these little hurdles the we place in our own way. Hurdles that say don't bother, you can't write, what's the point, why would anyone want to read this stuff anyway.

Does it really matter if what you write is read, or is the exercise in writing enough of a release. I know, I feel better after I've written a few hundred words or so. It doesn't matter if it's good or not, just the process of putting down the words seems to help in some way. Honestly, I do have ulterior motives as I would really like to make a living of my writing. Having a web large presence is one sure way to do that.

I always seem stumped as to what I should write about. I'm thinking at the moment that this blog should really just be a personal journal, about whatever I find interesting or feel like writing about. Even if it turns out to be a bit of a free writing exercise. Pouring whatever comes into my mind onto the screen. I'm not sure who would find that an interesting read, but what the hell, it's just a few digital bits and bytes wasted.

I read a writing blog post somewhere the other day called "Release Your Inner Squirrel". It basically said, if you want to write, then just write . . . don't think so much. The analogy they used was kind of an interesting one. It went something like this. If you took a six foot long 2x4 laid it on the ground, and asked your buddy to walk across it, he'd probably do it no problem. If you however offered your same buddy $1,000 to walk across the same board, he'd probably stop and think about it. He'd be thinking up strategies, looking for imperfections in the wood, and making sure they're were no knots to trip him up. In other words he's thinking too much and over analyzing. A squirrel however wouldn't. Put the squirrel at one end, and he runs to the other. Put a squirrel at one end and a bushel of nuts at the other, and he still runs to the other. No thinking, no calculating, no hurdles. He just does it.

I guess, I just need to do it. Channel my inner squirrel and stop thinking so much. Life throws up enough hurdles, I don't need to be inventing them. Alright then, let's get at it.