I sat down in front of my computer multiple times on Friday, Saturday, Sunday and again on Monday to try to write an article. I was going to write my promised review of Rocky Horror then I scrapped that temporarily to write about Trick or Treating with a disability which I again scrapped to talk about a movie called Hush which I also scrapped to write something that's basically stream of consciousness (in other words, just writing whatever I think of when I think of it) because nothing that I had actually planned was coming out quite right. Add in the fact that I'm the kind of person who refuses to publish something that I'm not quite happy with as well as the constant reminder that life is, unfortunately, incredibly unpredictable and, well, I'm now writing a pretty late article on nothing in particular. I'm tired, I'm cold and I'm just plain scared about what I'm going to write today. There's your Rocky Horror reference. You're welcome.

Actually, I may have lied in the previous paragraph. I have a basic idea what I want to write about. I want to write about writing. Writing sucks. I hate it. Unfortunately, I also love it and it has always been a huge passion of mine. Writing is about just getting out whatever you're thinking whenever you're thinking, creating with words or putting structure to events that may not have had any. It requires patience, creativity, and focus. Therefore, if a writer isn't in the correct headspace, they more often than find themselves unable to fulfill this passion of theirs simply because something isn't quite right. Maybe they're too tired or they're sick or if the stars aren't aligned just right with Mars. It's near impossible to put into words but it's the kind of thing where if it doesn't feel right, it's not going to happen. There seems to be a creative force that floats around between all of the painters, writers and musicians of the world that selectively chooses who it's going to bless with its presence. When it hits you, it hits you. If it doesn't, you're out of luck until it does. More often than not, the creation is out of the hands of the creator. They are simply a vessel for the Creative Force to do whatever it feels like doing at that moment in time.

Now, I can force something out but I'm never going to be happy with it if I do. I've written school papers, work projects, even letters that I wasn't happy with because it was something I wrote because I had to. There is usually no creativity in something that a person is forced to write, at least not creativity that they're happy with. Until it's sitting in front of the writer, they have no idea if their story is going to end up hilarious or tragic or just dry (I'm sorry if this is. I'm trying to not make it too boring). That's because the Creative Force is the one writing for them. If the writer is asked to write when that Creative Force isn't around, well, you end up with passionless texts that are less about conveying anything and more about fulfilling a quota.

Basically, what I'm saying is that Writing is Hard, it Sucks and I never want to stop doing it. I just don't want to do it for a day to day job because I know if I do, I'm going to lose my grip on that Creative Force and it will visit me a lot less often than it already does. Speaking of the Creative Force, I hope whatever it just had me write is good or at least entertaining. I'd hate to write something that's dull just to write.