It seems like I'm being reminded on a daily basis lately that I... well, that I'm a writer. Not exactly a statement one would consider profound, of course. I mean, this is Tumblr... the whole entire purpose of this site is to write.. well, blog. And actually, I have to amend my statement by clarifying... blogging and writing WAS INITIALLY the entire purpose of this site. I mean, somewhere between the titties and ass and 30 second porn clips that now make up the overwhelming majority of the content found here, there is still a bit of artistic intent woven in Tumblr's infrastructure.
Anyway, the purpose of being reminded that I'm a writer is to prod me into doing what a writer should be doing... which is writing. Since I'm a writer, writing should be simple.. since writing is what a writer inherently does. But writing has been way more difficult than it should be... and unfortunately it seems to be getting harder. When doing what you were born to do becomes increasingly difficult, it's disheartening... it's disappointing. And just being real... it really hurts. Words that used to flow so freely into vivid structures and descriptive narratives now cling to the inside of the vessel they poured so freely from before... inable to be scripted or uttered.
Yea.... that's pretty depressing 😔😔😔