Looking for inspirition, divine or otherwise
The problem with blogging, apart from the obvious lack of skills in the subtle art of stringing words into a semi-cohesive sentence, is… is… well this! I know what I want to write about, I have a pithy title, a keyboard on which to make nice tapping noises with, favourite music playing in the background and a blank screen looking back at a blank mind.
I must have spent the best part of 4 hours+, with keyboard at the ready, looking at a conceptual “blank piece of paper” wondering how the hell I was going to start the brain splurge off.
Once the first sentence is down it’s pretty easy to follow up with the rest of the drivel. However last nights post was sitting on my screen looking back at me sullenly with its nice new title, but conspicuously light in the word count. A couple of cool pictures, yes… words, no. How to statrt?
- Call me Ishmael…
- Eh bien, mon Prince…
- It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…
- It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen…
Unfortunately all a little “un-unique” and not really suitable as an opener for the post I had in mind.
Ah well the post did finally manage to find its legs and limp onto the screen, in a fashion, although the hour of its final re-appearance (2.05am) did make trying to shift my carcass to work this morning somewhat harder than it usually is.
Oh how an arteeest is made to suffer for his art!
