I have a tendency to shut down when things don't go right. Or don't go my way. Or don't go perfectly the way I had hazzily daydreamed. Including writing blog posts. I fantasize myself being witty yet wise and full of keen observations and insightful comments. Of course putting pen to paper sharpens the fuzzy daydreams into focus and I see that they're just fog.
Well I suppose they don't have to be just fog if I just stop editing and censoring and muzzling myself into oblivion. Instead what I have to say, even little whims and fancies, becomes an itch I can't scratch that drives me crazy. An itch is just a sensation but its presence feels real.
Oops, my twenty minutes have been up for a long long time. Basically, I want to post more be they inchoate and incoherent entries.
And now I leave you with pictures that were distracting me from this entry: J. Crew & Clarks
|Gray Grey Gray: I used to have a blog called Everything is Gray. Obviously before that book we shall not mention came out.|
|Clarks Hamble Oak: They don't look as stumpy as this in real life|