At some point or another, it becomes a writer's main purpose to just get over writer's block. I
mean, we want to come up with an excuse that some how makes us sound
good despite the fact that we've essentially been failing at what we
set out to do. I of course am not here to convince you that
I've gotten over my writer's block. But I will share with you some
things I've realized while trying to figure out why I have it.
Simply put: I've
gotten used to the place. Now usually when people say that, it means
they've gotten bored of it. But its the complete opposite. Because
I've gotten used to things, I don't feel like an outsider
anymore. I don't feel this need to tell the world what us weirdos
are doing out here all the time. We're weird, we're doing stuff, all
the time – alright? Maybe we don't want you to know. Don't worry, I'm just kidding Mum, really we're fine. *Rides off
into the sunset with my gun not wearing a seat belt.*
Full Assimilation: Got me a real cowgirl hat. |
Really, despite my
decline in writing about life out here - its fantastic. Everyday we
do something I could write a novel about. So summing it up in a blog
post or a Facebook status is just too difficult.
I have learned
though, that if you stop cataloging and recording everything you do, you wind up having some pretty wonderful experiences because
you're paying attention to the situation instead of thinking what's
going to happen next or how you're going describe it afterwards.
Yeah, it makes it hard to share with everyone else. But, you'll
share it with the people who you did it with, and I'm beginning to
realize that's enough. It's more than enough. A few simple moments
with the people you care about are what your lasting memories will be
made of. Dancing in the kitchen, exploring on a hike, looking at the
stars, talking by a fire.
So, it isn't really writer's block I'm suffering from. I'm suffering from just having too good a time. And what a privilege to have such an affliction.
So, it isn't really writer's block I'm suffering from. I'm suffering from just having too good a time. And what a privilege to have such an affliction.
What was I saying
about not recording everything? This video is actually a bit old
now, old news to any of you following me on Facebook, but I wanted to
put it up here now because it just shows exactly what I'm saying
here – too many amazing times to keep track of and I'm lucky enough
to have them every day.
Crying in boring old America. Miss your face!
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