Interlude
I am going to experiment a bit with this one. I am going to write, not think, just write. Whatever flows from my brain to synapses to fingertips to these clickety, clackety keys and then gets smudged electronically into the ether. Would be fun to see if something mildly interesting or even coherent comes out. I have been wondering a lot about creativity these days, or lack thereof. I used to think of myself as quite creative not that long ago. Words used to flow much more easily then; about myriad topics and stories and happenings that I just couldn't wait to commit to paper / blogs / word docs; variegated thoughts and ideas and opinions that others might not share but I cared about. It is not like that anymore. It is much more of an effort to sit down, stare at a blank screen and create something out of nothing. It just doesn't feel that natural anymore. Why is that? Have I just 'lost' it? Have I nothing left to say? Or am I just too pre-occupied, or lazy, or a combina...