Stupid Writing

This is being posted now because I seem to have hit the metaphorical writers wall, again. Damnit.

Why now?:

I just wanted to write this draft. That's all. I wanted to write it, and get it sent out. I know it's not the best. It's not as bad as it was though. That's something. But, I'm stuck. I've hit the wall again. I made it to a certain point, and now it's hard to keep going. I'm brain dead. I want to quit. I want to quit more than anything.

But I can't.

I want to move to become a hobo and send Brad hate mail from Mexico. I want to throw my laptop in front of a bus. I want to jump in front of a bus. Anything to keep me from writing this article. Anything. I want to switch over and do my revisions for creative writing. But I can't. It's not time for that. It's time to write this article. And my brain doesn't want to cooperate. It wants to bitch and moan because it can't come up with anything. It wants to have moments of self doubt.

But I've never been any good at self doubt. I don't doubt that I can write this. I don't my abilities as a writer (much). I don't even doubt that I will juggernaut my way through this wall sooner rather than later. I just, can't do it right now. It's difficult. But, for as long as it takes, I'll keep running my head into the wall until it falls. I'll keep on typing shit until Shakespeare comes out. Well maybe not Shakespeare, but Dailey. I'll keep tying until I show my face in my writing. Until the steaming piles of shit have been shifted through, and only the halfway decent bits remain.

Quote of the Day:

"Believe those who are seeking the truth. Doubt those who find it."
- Andre Gide