gosh, i do not know what to write. or rather confused since recently, i would want to blog on what's happening with my research and another blog is doing that. i could not write a poem, not at all inspired. the word 'sunscreen lotions and tans' hover but i do not know where to relate it to. i look at my books and they are in a tangled pile. still would do a little unearthing. so shall i just blog later? after talking to yaman then perhaps inspiration will come?oh, i know what to write! it's this. this type of writing - so imperfect, so directionless but is still writing. do not be hard on yourself. sometimes, it just won't click. there's no point to writing sometimes that just the effort alone matters. do you think that is what really matters in writing? i think it is. both the inspiration and lack thereof. to still write despite the sound of rushing cars along south street or of trolleys along the corridor beside me. is it writing under the shadows of dusk or despite an aching elbow from five nights of harried late yet inspired writing. that it's not even the paper, the ink, or the screen or the laptop brand behind the writing. the writing i think matters because words take form and burst forth life despite the one lone, struggling, unsure, neurotic, naked, bleeding writer behind it.
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