I've managed to go a month without so much as visiting this page, much less putting any words down...
To expand on a thought from the last time; motivation and inspiration come all too easy (and almost exclusively) precisely when any chance of accomplishing anything is nonexistent. I spend an inordinate amount of time in my car formulating bits and pieces of entries I want to write, the cogs in my brain spinning more freely when not under threat of committing any of their movements to the keyboard.
Backspace is my favorite button now. Erasing line after line. Reverting half-formed notions to pristine emptiness. Disposing the evidence of intent absent substance or direction.
I still find myself deeply self-conscious of what I put in this unread space.
