Blogging

You know sometimes it's just easier to churn out a blog than it is think in the coherent lines that you need to to write an actual book. Blogs can be about those random events that make up your day. Like playing with your puppy, eating bacon, or letting Twitter monopolize the majority of your conscious thoughts to the point that you need to blog to make the transition to actually writing sentences that are over 140 characters long. Sometimes just running your fingers across the keyboard of your computer to slap out sentences is just the exercise that you need to do to just get back into the groove of writing on a daily basis. Which is a roundabout way of saying that I think that I'm suffering from a bit of writers block. As you can tell by this missive I don't really have a problem communicating or writing. In fact if you were in the room with me there is a good chance I would talk your ear clean off. I'm not shy. So the fact that I'm sitting in front of a computer without the ability to work out the thoughts in my head that make up the book that I'm about to write is beyond frustrating. Maybe it's the fact that this book is the one that ties my Rock Series together and there's a built in pressure to perform that has me tied up. Maybe it's the fact that I have too many ideas and just don't know where to start. Maybe I'm just lazy and would rather go play out in the warm California sunshine on a carefree three day weekend. Maybe I just needed to take this little sojourn so I could reconnect with my ability to process thoughts into understandable sentences. Maybe I just like to rant. I think my girlfriend would probably agree most with the last statement. Whatever is going on I have been looking at the same beginning and the same end on an outline with a whole bunch of blank space in the middle for weeks now. Actually writing chapters is not hard for me. Coming up with the outline that ties everything together beforehand is a painful process. Why in the world would I share any of this with anyone else? Well, in conversations I've had with other authors I find that I'm not alone in my struggles. And maybe sharing those struggles with others might help those others to know that we all have the same problems. It's just part of the process. Then again maybe it's just me and I'm just a freak lost in his own random thought trying make sense of things that will always be nonsensical.