writer’s block…
…such a frustrating non-sequitur. Truly vast and void, where can I find my content, my material, my voice? So much could be said at so little a price, yet it is not at all who I am. To regal the uninformed of stories of minutia and narcissism as if they would make a more convincing read; I shall not participate in such nonsense. How shallow, how devoid they are of emotion, rational, spirit; I find myself unable to follow suit. Volumes and pages filled with indulgence are unnecessary and only prove to be the notions of a glorified sycophant. Writing must capture the heart and weight of the writer’s soul, if not, how frivolous it becomes and in reality, how pointless it is. To never settle for less, means to write few words that in all realms will speak more than volumes of pedantic and self-absorbed accounts of accomplishments or daily frivolity based on narcissism.
