A few days ago I overheard a conversation about writers block. Good story… but it got me thinking about writers block and what it means to me, you know, being a writer and all. (But how can you experience writers block when you write about Ninja Turtle skateboards???)
I feel like I would post way more on this blog if I actually knew what I wanted to write about. Or felt like I could say half the things I wanted to. Every now and then I’ll have a gem of a post but most of the time I seem to just cryptically ramble on about my life. Which… is interesting to me (and my mom), but probably not to the average person.
I still don’t even know what the point of this is, but I guess that’s okay. I started this blog a little over a year ago to practice my WordPress and writing skillz since it is relevant to my current career path. I don’t really have any specialties or important information… just a lot of feels to share. This is the second blog I have made in my lifetime as the first was weird and secretive and I only had like 2 posts about how much I love my sister (typical).
I find comfort in words and stringing them into sentences. There’s nothing like organizing your thoughts on the lines of a page. I love hotel pens (steal them always) and composition notebooks. Last week I had to drag myself away from spending $50 in the notebook/pen aisle of Target. I guess when I have writers block I will just profess my love for writing until it decides to unblock itself (wait wut).
In other news, it’s been two weeks since my impulse purchase of the day was registering for a half marathon on May 3rd. It needs to get warm out because I freaking hate treadmills and the coldest I’ll go for an outside run is 20 degrees. I’m excited though; it’s been a long-time goal for me to do a half marathon. Who knows maybe I’ll even do a whole marathon one day.
Here comes another 8 to 5 week…