blogging out loud

Blogging is like talking out loud - something I've never been totally comfortable doing. I'd rather think, write, re-write, edit, mold, tinker, tuck, pinch, nip, plump, cajole, convince the words I'm using to say what I want. If it needs to be written in less than an hour, I won't bother. Or at least, not till now. This is a new goal of mine - to be comfortable with the quickly jotted down word, the true snippet, the casual thought. Not everything needs to be born of divine inspiration. I think that way I will play more, write more, breathe more, get back in the groove. Feel like I can use my tool again. Get excited about it again. Make it a viable, present, working part of my life - give it greater precidence in my life than, say, the slightly depressing, partially maddening, pays-the-bills-job that I am grateful, resentful of. On, that lovely prepositional ending, good night. Off to West Wing it is!