I enjoy writing, and critiquing writing to the point that it's better. Unfortunately I'm not content simply writing for the sake of writing--I hate putting out content that I think is sub-par. This is partly why you may see this blog go at least a week without an entry, and why my sports blog days stopped. An attempt to hold myself to a schedule regardless of other foci ultimately results in regurgitated pseudo-intelligent jargon. What I mean by this is that I don't enjoy simply rephrasing other peoples' ideas with my own personal style. Even if I'm not the first to come up with an idea, I don't like putting my name on something that I'm sure I heard from someone else. I feel like the Sports Journalism industry often results in this--the same ideas by a few quality thinkers repackaged and rephrased for the masses, but I digress.
What is the cure for Writers' Block then? Almost certainly its to have a more eventful and fresh life. Here we reach the dichotomy of the suburbanite--keeping things fresh and inventive while keeping things stable and safe. How then do I inject flavor and feeling while not jeopardizing my mediocre and bland life? Do I read inventive and challenging books? Do I go and see the most interesting portions of otherwise common California landscapes? Are these things worthwhile, or is the truth that we're all just boring people leading uninteresting lives?
Maybe I do lead an uninteresting life, but that doesn't mean I can't write uninterestingly. I'm sure that somewhere in my life there's enough worth and pizazz to entertain a reader for five minutes. To admit to the otherwise is to give up on social interactions in the modern world, and that's too scary a proposition for me at the moment.
