Ready Or Not

I've been staying up until at least 4 AM every night since I have no job (yeah, I'm a bum.) and have been out of school for at least a couple of weeks now, with a couple more left before it starts again. I'm not sure it that's insomnia but it's definitely not sleeping. I am one of the most sleep deprived people in the world that wakes up at noon every day.

Another thing keeping me up at night is Stephen King's On Writing. Thanks to him I've never felt as prepared, equipped, and enthusiastic about my writing. I always needed a little bit of guidance but didn't really have anyone to look to. Thanks to some of King's "telepathy" I feel quite optimistic about writing. I recommend it to any aspiring writers, those who write fiction especially. One thing thing often repeated in that book (And I'm sure any book about writing.) is that the only way to improve, the only way to get better, is to do it. A lot. It's the same with stand up comedy. You can talk about, read about it, watch it, but if you haven't done it, you're still at square one essentially. So all you struggling writers out there, just keep at it. And have fun.

In other news, I don't have a single class before noon this upcoming semester. Thank God for online classes. So maybe (Just maybe.) I'll be better about updating this thing. Somebody's got to waste space on this thing called the internet. Why not me?

Until next time my dear vacuums.

Mental Roadblock

Here's the really great thing about being a writer (of comedy, stories, poetry, whatever) when you have a day off or in my case a whole weekend to, you know, write, it can be really exciting. The only thing is though, your brain doesn't always take correct instruction. I have a perfect opportunity to create a substantial amount of work but instead my brain is saying, "Ah, forget all of that creative writing stuff, look an Entourage marathon!"

I just spent an entire day thinking about how I should really write something. Now there's how you make a career for yourself, thinking about working!

What's worse is, anytime I actually do seem to have some inspiration strong enough to put pen to paper (or in most cases, fingers to keyboard) It's only to write about how I can't write anything. Which is real, but feels a lot like pandering to a specific audience. Namely other writers, who have of course at one point or another experienced the beast known as writer's block.

So, although by posting this I've done nothing to substantially improve my situation, I have vented my frustrations as any 21st century man born into a reasonably stable financial situation would, by blogging. Oh, how I loathe my trendiness. If I were writing this in a coffee shop I'd probably stab myself in the eye with that little plastic stirrer they give you with coffee.

Why is inspiration always hiding in a house of mirrors? Difficult to find and easy to lose.

Anyway, enough of this pity party, I'll get the mental engines running soon...hopefully. It's a good thing I like Ramen noodles and soup.
Signing off. Best of writing, friends.