Blogs

Blogs are kind of annoying. In fact as of right now, I have no idea what to right about and am forcing myself to write about a topic that doesn't really fit my character, style or anything really. When writers have a schedule, it makes for bad writing. The greatest of writing comes only from when people want to write. When your passion inspires you write about a subject, you know that no matter what you do, the writing will be good and precise to what you want to say. When you are forced to write, your words seem shallow and undercutting to the idea and give the impression that you just wrote 1600 words and feel a little worn out from writing.

It makes it so much worse when a very good moving is playing on Spike and you keep getting distracted and you don't know where your idea was going. The millions of distractions are a good thing, it makes you remember that there is good things around that don't utterly suck your soul from you. You know that if you keep chugging, you'll be able to see the good parts and get the grade if at the cost of good sleep. You word start to become repetitive and your thoughts eager to get done.

You don't know how to end paragraphs and begin other ones. Your order seems sloppy and you feel like a headache is just around the corner. When you realize that you still need about 100 more words you start to panic and ask yourself, "What do I say?" Then you think, "Oh yeah, rant!" Your sentences start to lack cohesion and your mind just stops really caring. You almost want to just quit and think it's close enough, but now that you made a commitment, you want to see it through. Then all of a sudden, the movie gets really action packed and amazing. You feel sucked in and now each sentence takes minutes to write.

331 words is pretty good you say to yourself. But 331 words isn't the magical 400. You write some things you know are bad. You make short fast sentences and build up a hate for blogging. You learn to hate the requirement or 1200. Your eyes only see close, but no close enough. Your sloppy work made from a long rant just keeps getting longer and more drawn out as you try to reach 400. You suddenly realize, you don't know how to end the post. You don't know how to say the ending comment that sums up your hatred and anger to the evil beast of the essay. You reach hard and hope, checking your word count after each sentence. Then you rejoice, 450!