Sorry for the silence, friends. I haven’t been in the proper state of mind lately to post something worth reading up here. After this kind of dry spell lasts for more than two weeks, I start to get nervous. I feel like a desperate rent-a-clown at a children’s party scrambling to put on a show for an entire afternoon with only twenty minutes’ worth of material. Maybe I’ll just squeak this red rubber nose another dozen times and see how that goes.
Anyhow, in an effort to keep my blog alive and interesting for anybody inclined to visit this sleepy patch of gray on the internet, I started digging back into my old writing journals for some previously forgotten gem. I didn’t come up with much this time around, but I did walk away from this exercise with a renewed sense of humility in the face of my undeniable lameness. I mean, goddamn, I actually used to write like that? I actually thought that sanctimonious load of crap I was working on was good when I wrote it ten years ago? I look back at my feeble attempts at poetry and prose from the past, and I just want to approach me in an alternate dimension and punch myself in the face.
I hope I encounter myself as a five-year-old in this alternate dimension so that I can throw a punch without having to worry about any meaningful retaliation. That will teach me for wasting my own time with that unpublishable crap.
You’re basically saying that you’d punch a five year old kid?
Or that you don’t want to get in a fight with yourself as an adult cause you’d lose? That’s some self-confidence there. You’re scared of getting beat up by yourself.
I’m just looking to teach past-KZ a much-needed lesson. I mean really, is that so wrong?
First things first. “I haven’t been in the proper state of mind lately…” Please refer me to when this has ever been the case. 😀 You’d be far less interesting if that happened anyways, right? 😛
For serious now. I’m not sure what’s upsetting you about this. Are you mad that you’ve grown and matured? Okay, maybe not the matured part. 😛 Are you upset that your writing skills have improved? I’d see this as a positive. lol Unless you don’t want to improve your writing skills. THERE’S NO WORDS THERE! WE’LL DO IT LIVE! FUCK IT!
It happens to everybody, maybe people just don’t notice. I notice for the most part. I’ll be going through some old source code I’ll find on my hard drive and be reading thinking, “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS GUY THINKING????” Then I’ll scroll up to the comment header and see my name and realize I wrote the crap code in the first place.
Who’d of thunkin’: the more you write (or do anything for that matter), the better you get. 😛
There’s no way you can be as embarrassed by your old writings as Jennifer Connolly is when she watches Labyrinth nowadays. I’m just saying.
Maybe if you wrote more posts on how much you love me, your zest for writing would come back to you. Might as well try it. Here, let me start you off. “I love Diana. She is the light of my life and, although I have spent several posts on other past crushes and girlfriends, they are nothing compared to Diana. Why do I love her, you ask? Here are a few reasons why I think Diana is awesome and better than all the other girls I have ever dated…” There, Kevin. I set it up for you… take it, and behold, your writing will come out more smoothly and easily. Just watch.
I love Diana. She … I’m sorry, what’s my motivation again?
hey there…
you know, i totally understand [but don’t agree]. at the time, that writing was bitchin’! as everything should, you have progressed in said writing and like most writers, loathe what you have bettered. does that make sense? i still think you should write more. period. and, for my part, would love to continue reading. good luck, my friend.