Welcome To My Mind....

Hello, cruel world!

So I start this journal, right? I write one sentence, go fold a load of laundry, and come back to find my mom at the computer. She's hastening out of the chair without comment, having accidentally stumbled across my solitary sentence. One single sentence before snoopage. That's gotta be some kind of record. Well, the sentence ain't here no mo', mom.

This is my first-ever voluntary attempt at a journal, so let's synchronize watches and start a pool on when the whole idea goes down in flames. I have always had a hard time writing, unusual for someone as talkative as I. Uncountable are the times I have sat deep into the wee (and eventually not-so-wee) hours of the morning, staring at the blank screen, sweating blood from my fingernails, and trying to squeeze an essay of sufficient word count out of my brain. Hindering my upward progress like a stool pigeon's cement shoes was (is) my irritating tendancy to have the whole thing written in my head before committing it to disk. For example, I an entire story sketched out in my head- it's been there for years- but have found my self eternally incapable of getting it down. I don't really want to start it until I can do it justice, but I can't do it justice with out starting it. A distressing Catch-22, to be sure. That story is a large part a large part of my starting this thing. What I need to do, I decided, is practice writing. Not just any writing, either, but free-flowing, off-the-cuff style writing to which blogs lend themselves so delightfully. The way I talk, in other words. I need to not worry about run-on sentences (or, as you can tell, paragraphs). I need to free my mind of the pressures of word or page counts. I need to unclench the retentive sphincter that regulates the flow of words from my brain to my fingertips and allow a diarrhea of words to splash onto the screen, if you'll pardon the repulsive analogy.

So here are some goals for myself... actually, no. No goals. Dammit, I just fuckin' told myself that. Stupid!

Hey! I just saw that it's 4:20! Guess my entry for the day is done. That felt good.

Peace, y'all.