Random Post: Part 1(For Class)

The hardest thing about writing is coming up with things to say. Often, it is easier to stick a fork in my eye then actually starting to write with a blank page before me. Perhaps this is because I have ADD. In laymen’s terms, that means I get distracted very easily. All that needs to happen is a sound creeping in from the outside. In fact, there is one happening right now. Sneaky bugger up stairs thinks that singing in the shower somehow will earn him rewards. Granted, I’m right below him soaking in the bath tub. It is, of course, my practice to sit in the bathtub with my laptop perched neatly on my knees. Adds needed danger to my writing, which helps grease the gears of my writing apparatus, my brain. But I must run back to the topic. Anyway, as I stated before, and stated out loud, the man upstairs is singing, and that his highly distracting. I’m thinking of getting my broom and hitting the ceiling. I’ve heard that makes people stop. But I don’t currently have a broom, so that means that I will have to go to the store to buy a broom. Perhaps I will go soon, but it is such a bother. I need to get that fork I talked about as well. Perhaps some aloe for my electricity burns, from the last time I decided to write. Burns do hurt quite a bit, which is why I have decided to soak, and thus have no option but to write. My computer was unhappy too, which is why it surprised me that it is working now. But, let’s get back to the subject. Writing is hard because often, I feel a need to say something grand. It is like my words are precious jewels, and each of them has to carry meaning. Meanings, a multiplicity of understanding and ideas bound and packaged neatly within a single utterance. That is what one of my earlier teachers once told me. I fully blame her for my current inability to write. Perhaps there are more people who carry the blame of my writers block. Of course, I am not to blame. One such person was my English teacher, and she would describe how each word has to not only have meaning, but also a place within the sea of other meanings. Simply moving the word over, under, or around its brothers and sister would result in an entirely new event within the reader’s mind. This, coupled with each word bringing new meaning when used in concurrence with certain others creates a maelstrom of confusion. How do I make a sentence when writing is such a delicate process. My teacher talked of beauty and roses, and all I heard was blood and thorns. I’m somewhat awkward, so I often would grab at meaning with fumbling grace, and impale the thorns in my hand. My teacher often would discourse on this after class. She would state how my words tripped over each other, and had characteristics like the humans I knew.