Just Write

Maybe it is fate.

I just wrote a peice that just got swallowed by Tumblr for whatever reason. There are two alternatives, one of which I am obviously not going to take. I could have quit, and forgot it ever happened, or press on.

I suppose I should press on. 

Anyway, given the destruction, I ought to replicate my point. If it was honest, it should flow just as the one prior did.

I need to write more. 

The passion I had for it waned over the last few months. My grandmother died, and it caused me some pain. My passion was extinguished, and for that, I suffered the consequence of not letting my fingers walk anymore. Even this second peice now feels as flawed as those writings.Maybe it is an excuse.

I don’t really know how to combat it, but I think the answer lies in the fact that I was forcing things. Even before her death, my writing felt routine. Every review, interview, and editorial felt like an exercise that has been done often.

Diminishing return.

I started reading my first pieces. The passion in them is undeniable. The grammer isn’t as sharp, and the points were as pointed, but you could tell the person behind them was looking for himself and poured it on the text. It excited me to read them. I missed that guy when he got in front of a word editor.

It inspired me to really get into making things right. I am locking things up for my own selfish reasons. I turned into executive, trying to maintain a charge in the boardroom and left the pen with dust.

For a while, it has worked. The Gamer Studio  is now in a better place than it was a year ago. I have promoted some forward thinking aspects and I think I have a staff that is prepared to do the legwork necessary.

Writing is there for everyone else but me.

But there is the fun in this writing thing. It’s letting this stuff pour out. when you let the passion do the writing for you, its a wonderful thing.

I suppose I ought to use this as a vehicle to do it more often.