Thoughts for Tonight

The other night I got online and was just typing up a storm on OD. I don’t even really know what I was writing either. I get like that when I’m on a roll. The words will pour out of me and I only know what I wrote after it’s done and I’m reading it. Well, as luck would have it, I hit a wrong button and somehow erased everything that I wrote. That’s why I need to start using Word instead of typing directly onto OD.

Since then I haven’t really had the urge to write. It’s hard to work up the desire to write sometimes. I want to but I can’t think of anything to write about. I don’t want this diary to be a daily log of all the little things that I do in the course of a day. I don’t want to be that guy.

I’ve always wanted to be the type of writer who’s words can take a persons breath away. The type that can make their words come alive in the minds and hearts of his readers. I’m missing that certain something though. It’s in my head but never can reach my hands. Whether I’m typing or using pencil and paper, I have a short circuit somewhere.

Sharon is watching Sage in the other room right now so that I can write. I feel guilty for sticking her with Sage by herself since most days she spends 8 to 9 hours alone with the baby while I’m working. But I guess sometimes I do need a little time to myself. Even if it’s only a half an hour to write.