Mental (Legos)
Blocks. One of the age-old issues of writing are well, being unable to write. There might be various reasons for it. Maybe a lack of conviction on the subject material. Personal apathy. The words do not physically coalesce as images which are translated from electrical synaptic impulses into motor energy, which then is used to engrave, carve, type, write, symbols, which are then received as light energies, then transformed into electrical impulses, which then tap into other peoplesā minds.
legosarepainfullyfun:
I could not come up with blogs for the past week (did ya miss me?), simply because well, I lost track of the subject matter that I actually wanted to write about. There were things that I wrote as an exercise, simply for the sake of writing, and it was beginning to be all a bit shite really. So I decided to write about, well, not being able to write.
Itās curious, how easily identifiable such intangible traits such as passion, excitement, boredom, apathy, and ohshitohshititāsdueintwohours, are in writing. Your professors know. Your boss knows. Even your mom knows. Maybe you might not know until you take that second look at it.
Being able to control that voice, provides immeasurable value in your artistry. Rawness, inspiration, and talent are all things that need to be honed. And once you can measure your craft, and repeat it as a science, then comes the mastery, of which may produce a prolific body of works. Then from those oceans of paintings, performances, albums, books, novels, short stories, videos, vines, latergrams, and what have you - there might be just one that is truly remarkable and unique. Or two, if youāre lucky. 32+9 if youāre Beethoven.
For this reason, classics that have withstood the ravages of that unstoppable beast, Time, are well worth the delve from reality. It is not just that one book you are reading, you are flipping through the bloodstained, sweat wrung, life effort of a master who has been vindicated and made invincible to the very beast which governs all of our lives.
Everything might be electrical impulses, but itās comforting to know that since the time of cro-magnon, little of those impulses have changed. It is how they are used which define who we are. Que sera and all that jazz.





















