An Thoroughly Uninspired Effort...

Yet again, I face the prospect of a terribly uninteresting blog posting if I stick only to my daily activities. Chapel in the morning, followed by a meeting with my project group, and then solitary busy-work back at the house. Not much there, I'm afraid. I know, I know--you wish you had my life. Well, if you ever feel like writing an essay for me, just let me know.

Of course, a boring day leads to a complete dearth of blog material. In fact, I was just lamenting to my wife on the phone that I really didn't have anything to blog about tonight. Oh sure, there are vast social injustices being perpetrated that I could come out against. I'm sure there's some fine point of biblical interpretation that I could go on ad nauseum about. There are even several pop culture things that have caught my eye in the recent days that could be excellent blog material.

But you know what? My heart's just not in it tonight. In fact, I've been sitting here for 20 minutes now typing away randomly, but it's just one of those days when nothing seems to be coming out in a coherent fashion. On days like this blogging becomes a chore, like editing an essay. So I cut all that stuff out, and stuck it in a Word document for future bloggage. It will make its inevitable return, just not tonight.

I think I know the root of my problem: I overthought it. My blog postings are very stream-of-consciousness (which is basically an excuse for them being unedited). The process is as follows: sit down at computer and start typing. When the scroll bar on the side of the page gets too small, blog has exceeded its limit and must be ended. That's it. Tonight, however, I sat down with an objective in mind. And wouldn't you know it, I couldn't make it work.

I wonder why that is. Maybe my inherent frustration with having to produce well thought-out pieces of writing on a regular basis prevents me from doing it here. Maybe my subconscious is secretly blocking any attempt at premeditated blogging as a reaction against having to do it as part of my "job" right now, which is school. Maybe. It could be that I'm just uninspired.

But it's funny how life works, isn't it? When I cut out all that stuff I wrote, I felt a sense of frustration, and thought that I'd only get a couple of paragraphs out tonight, because I really have nothing to write about. But what's happened? I've managed to write several paragraphs on not being able to write. Ironic, no?

I'm sure there's some clever life lesson to be drawn out of this fog somewhere, but I'm not sharp enough to grab it tonight. With that, I will conclude, and sinerely apologize for the uninspired offering this evening. Seriously, it's like looking at dog food on a golden plate.

At least my analogy processor is working. See you tomorrow.