Sometimes I really want to write something.  Its as if there is a need to just put words together in a sentence, and then put a sentence after that.  But the paralyzing thought always comes first “what should I write about?” and that usually leaves me grasping at straws for some kind of topic, which never seems to reveal itself.  Just like this, I’m grasping at straws and spelling out this process.

I think from time to time that I would like to write something, like an article for the paper, maybe I could be one of those cute regular columnist, or maybe I could write a book… and be a new JK Rawling.  But, truth be told, I just don’t know how to get from here to those places.

Perhaps you just have to write, even if you don’t have anything at all to say.  Just write for the sake of writing, to stay in practice if you will, so that when you do have something you really have to say, you can say it, spell it, write it, breath life into it.

Perhaps I should practice more… but I have a problem with that damn backspace key erasing whatever I put down, when I do put it down… that key and that little pinkie finger that reaches up to push it have a life of their own and act as a censor because in all truthfulness, what I have to say sometimes is rather insignificant.  I guess there is a point that even if its insignificant, it needs to be said.