I thought I’d beat my head into my desk in order to knock something out of it to write about, and then I saw this photo of Buddha. First I heard the Beatles crooning, Let it be, let it be, there will be an answer. let it be. Good words, those.

I don’t know why, but this blog lately bugs me when I look at it. Not the front page that you see, but this posting form. It’s like looking at a brand new blank journal and not having a thing of intelligence to write.

Why must I write something? Why allow myself to be so pressured? Habit, I suppose.

Let it be, let it be, there will be an answer. let it be.

I then look at my epic fan fiction and I just have to wonder at myself. Almost 300,000 words over six months and it’s come so easily. Damn that.

What’s different about that story and writing on this blog?

Somewhere along the line, probably near the beginning of 2008, I started forcing myself to post in this blog. Next thing I knew I was staring at this posting field on a daily basis thinking to myself, I MUST WRITE SOMETHING INTELLIGENT TODAY.

I have no life. I don’t go anywhere and I read a lot. I shop at Amazon and eBay. My bum goes numb in my desk chair, and my eyes are going bad from my time in front of the monitor.

Ahhh yes, so thrilling.

This is what I like to write. Just going off in my mind and following little strange threads of thought to see where they’re going. Maybe not something most people want to wade through, but people do drop by, read, and comment, so I must be making some sense to several someones out there. As for an intelligence factor… well, I’ll let someone else be the judge of that.

Seems to me I just need to quit worrying about my lack of exciting life and just write whatever comes to mind. If I spin you, my helpless reader, that should keep me sufficiently entertained until the next thought thread goes whooshing by.

And on that note, here are those philosophical four:

Let it Be.