On Not Writing. . .

Let me begin by saying that I've been staring at the screen for at least five minutes now, trying to think of something to write. 

I'm not sure I know much about imaginary friends, but I am never short of mental chatter--those voices don't know when to shut the fuck up.

The problem is, lately I've been allowing this unwelcome babble to drown out all good thoughts, such as the thought I just had to get off my ass and go for a walk, or do something productive. 

I suppose that writing this post is kind of productive. At least I'm writing something.

On that note, I must say that I find it rather odd that, at times when I'm not feeling motivated and I force myself to write, I tend to write about not knowing what to write. Is that a cop-out? It kinda feels like it. 

If that's the case, then this entire blog post is a cop-out of sorts. 

I guess I just find it weird that I have all these ideas rambling in my head all the time but then, at the end of the day, when I grab one of my notepads or journals, all I hear is gibberish.

Gibberish--that's a good word. I should use it sometime. 

Anyway, it's time to put my stack of journals away for a while. I'm going to watch a movie instead. Writing film reviews is a fun way to silence the banter. 

Check back in a few days! You never know, there might just be something new to read.