More to come

I feel the need to write, it's something I want to be doing regularly....to hone my writing style....to express what I feel needs expressing and to see if it actually helps me to broaden in a literary sense.

But, lately i'm struggling to find the inspiration, actually it's more of a struggle to harness said inspiration.  Typically, Sod's Law prevails in the regarding.  It invariably strikes at the wrong time, the inopportune moment, 3.00am at a friends house, behind the wheel of a moving car, during a shower or other such shenanigans. I'm sure you're all familiar with that feeling, the great idea/the passion-filled project you've been searching for, unobtainable at the farthest corner of your mind only surfaces when there's no chance of finding a means of writing it down, be it via pen & paper or laptop. I suppose that's what they call "being in the moment", freeing yourself from the need to record everything and choosing instead to just experience it there...in the 'then and now'....or maybe its just because if you actually recorded it, you might realise it's actually not quite as outstanding as you had previously imagined, like so many mundane photos of a night out that had, at the time, not seemed so mediocre....or a torn up script for a skit about Dennis the Repeatably Misunderstood Taxidermist, this shit just seems so much funnier when I'm sitting on my throne.

Even I can't make creepy taxidermy funny, no-one should try

Disregarding the ramble above, my point is that I don't want to force things, i'd rather the words  flow off the top of my head, even ignoring all sense and not even attempting to stay on topic, perhaps i'm just being romantic...I don't know.........who even cares? This blog entry was supposed to be a ridicule of  recycling and how much I loathe people who think they are saving the world, one washed out yogurt pot at a time......maybe we'll have more on that later

It's mighty refreshing to write something serious, yet undirected for a change, without the need to make fun, rant or make any kind of point. Refreshing though it may be, I don't feel it suits me....we'll see what comes of this.......I make no promises, for fear I couldn't possibly stand by them.

Slow down, give it time
Still life, you know I'm listening
The moment that you want is coming if you give it time
Wise words, silly haircuts