This is Still Here?

 Huh.

 This thing is still here.

 *Blows dust off of blog and then precedes to cough and hack., hack and cough, and any further combination of the two things.*

 Some days I wonder if the world would be better if I simply fade away into obscurity.

Other days I feel the pounding, the draw, and the need to not just Be but Create and Share and Ignite.

Someone once told me it was never too late to start moving in the right direction. Honestly, it has been so long since I felt a certainty about a certainty, but maybe the time is the time is right.

Maybe.

If nothing else I need to do some dusting...

Thesis Writing

Wow.
I didn't realize how hard it would be.

Seriously.

I have not had such a hard time writing...in...well...forever.

I am so freaking worried about getting myself expelled or kicked out for being too moderate and upsetting the status quo.

That is why I'm trying to work on several projects at once...I am hoping the excess of writing will help trigger something with my thesis and then I will be able to just throw it all down, get it down, get it approved and then dance across the stage and May and never return to that insufferable school.

But in the mean time I have to read for school, write some smaller papers and explore the realm of online writing. Right now it's just writing reviews and placing them online to give myself some focus...but that is better than just sitting here and hitting my head against the desk.

Nanowrimo 2012 - Day 26

http://lamecreation.blogspot.com/2012/11/nanowrimo-2012-day-26.html

Nanowrimo 2012 - Day 11

http://lamecreation.blogspot.com/2012/11/nanowrimo-2012-day-11.html

Nanowrimo 2012 - Day 10

http://lamecreation.blogspot.com/2012/11/nanowrimo-2012-day-10.html

More writing.
More updates.

Nanowrimo 2012 - Day 8

http://lamecreation.blogspot.com/2012/11/nanowrimo-2012-day-8.html

Another post.
Another day.
More progress.
Sort of.

Nanowrimo 2012 - Day 1

Too much work to get the damn embeded video working, just follow the bloody link:

http://lamecreation.blogspot.com/2012/11/nanowrimo-2012-day-1.html

Writing Prompts

Feeling ill.

Love is a drug.

Future time is an illusion.

Muse oh Muse, how I miss thee.
Emails, calls and texts go unreturned.
How can I write without thee?
Give a message.
A cry.
A shout.
Let me know hope still flies
and that your beauty is still alive.

Working on another nervous breakdown?
Silly.
Time to push on with work and novel writing!

Words

Blocked.
Blocking.
Blocked.

What is it?
The words keep getting lower, more quite and harder to grasp.
My output has been dropping.

Was this all because I was parading for attention and parroting words?

Words.
So many things keep coming back to that.

Small words.
Big words.
Scary words.
Terrible words.
Needy words.
Painful words.

The things I see.
Feel.
Taste.
Hope.

The emotions I feel.
Crying.
Laughing.

Living.
Hoping.
Dying.

I cannot begin express how frustrated I am.
Anger.
Rage.
Bitterness.

I am trying.
I really am trying my best.
But it feels pointless.

The world isn't out to get me but why try so hard?
Why continue building when things keep falling?

I wear a mask so I can breath.
No one wants to see under it.
The play is the thing.
And all this Religious Talk
has become an exhibit.

Something that makes me nauseated.
I feel so lost.
So stretched thin and confused.
Wishing...just hoping and wishing.

All is fading.
Falling.
Hurting.
Swinging and spinning out of synch.

I think this may be the best thing I've written in several months:

http://lamecreation.blogspot.com/2012/02/rpg-of-life-sidequests.html