This blog is abysmal. It’s dirty, disorganized, and it definitely deserves decent displays of decadent decor. Let’s not forget a healthy dose of alliteration, and the tone needs a chirk. Chirk is the Dictionary(.com) verb and Word of the Day. Bring on the shrill noises to liven this place up.
What can be done to achieve more consistency for lack of consistency? After all, anything goes. It is the internet after all. I spend more time reading blogs than writing my own, and that will stay that way. This is how I enjoy my coffee in the morning. Yes, you caught me by pointing out that my coffee is consumed black. However, the infinite considerate thoughts that are pulled from all of your posts add up to combined cloud of creativity that can be carried with me, hovering above my head; if it wasn’t there, a darkening cloud would be in its place, and everyone is familiar with that ominous sponge.
It’s ideal to write everyday, but there has been an ongoing personal battle. Once some type of success is reached, then life will get back to normal.
But what is normal anyway? Normal is the regular. Unless you perform or try something extravagant and out of context for your personality (new), life is always normal.
(Shouting up and shaking my fist at the Heavens)
I JUST WANT TO CREATE AND PRODUCE SOMETHING SUBSTANTIAL FOR A LIVING! IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK?!?
(Um… insert exaggerated gif?)
(There we go.)
(Set me up with writing cards for Hallmark if need be. At least I’ll be making people feel good, putting words into their mouths.)
(I’m feeling better.)
It’s time to get planning, because there is some sort of slacking that is an underlying issue.
Where to start? Let’s map out the week.
WEDNESDAY: Something concrete and worthwhile
Photo or Something Throwback Post (Hey, if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.)
FRIDAY: Some Kind of Update
SATURDAY: Whatever. Um, let’s make it sexy–Sexy Saturday. (If I re-blog you on Saturdays, please don’t take this out of context. I don’t need angry spouses or significant others coming after me. Unlike Liam Neeson, I don’t possess a particular set of skills. There is a possession of skills, but they’re for peacekeeping, not angst.)
I play with words and invisible objects.
A mind, a pen and a piece paper have the best relationship ever.
"Remember this--if you shut your mouth, you have your choice."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald