Yeah, I know, I’m not writing much these days. I try to keep writing here as much as I can, but some days it’s harder than others. Some days it’s crazy busy; some days my brain simply isn’t working; and some days – like today – I find myself in this weird, stupid brain trap where I want to write while also, at the same time, feeling very much like shutting up and never writing again.
This happens to me every once in a while, and I deal with it in different ways each time. Some times I fight it head-on, hoping that I’ll work my way out of whatever the issue is simply by the process of writing, regardless of whether or not I hit the “Publish” button; sometimes I hide behind a Tumblr-reblog spree; and other times I simply give in and withdraw completely. No posts anywhere – not on Twitter, nor Tumblr, nor Facebook, nor here. I vanish. I hide. Oh, I keep reading; whenever I announce that I’m taking a break from social media, more often than not what I’m actually saying is that I’m going to lurk. And even then, there’s varying degrees of lurking.
Today is a day where I’ve been so busy that I simply haven’t been paying attention to the internet; and when I’ve had a few moments of relative peace, I’ve chosen to only look occasionally.
The trouble with writing is that it’s hard to call yourself a writer if you’re not giving anybody anything to read.
The trouble with composing is that it’s hard to call yourself a musician if you’re not giving anybody anything to listen to.
The trouble with being a good friend is that it’s hard to call yourself a good friend if you’re consciously withdrawing from other people.
It’s very easy to invalidate yourself; it can be very difficult to successfully reclaim yourself after you’ve walked away from what you tried to build.
I’m writing this because I’m in this weird stupid head space where I’ve been living for the better part of 2 weeks and it’s annoying and stupid and childish, and it’s my fault that I’ve chosen to put myself in this head space, and I very much want to get out of it. There are exciting things happening in my life that I’m genuinely excited about – like tomorrow’s home inspection of what will hopefully (fingers crossed) be our new home, later this summer. Like the album that I’m still working on (even though I’ve been sidetracked and distracted by this whole home-buying process). Like my son, who is amazing, and who makes my heart smile even during my darkest hours.
But I keep sliding back into this self-imposed exile, this recursive loop of withdrawing, and it’s endlessly frustrating.
Anyway – I’m here, and I’m trying to get back into the swing of things, and I’m sorry if my recent silence has caused you any undue concern. Here’s hoping that tomorrow’s inspection goes amazing, and that on Friday I’ll be ready to talk about E3 and The Witcher 3 and You Must Build a Boat and other such things.
Shouts From The Couch 