Bumper Sticker Day

I think I used to do this on a certain day every week?  I dunno.  And although I've used this one before, I LOVE IT!  It's by far my favorite so I'm inflicting it on (all two of you) again.

Periodically, I shuffle back through some of my older posts and I am constantly amazed by the declination of my writing skill.  I used to be.... well, far more entertaining (to myself at least). And witty, even when I was angry or partially beaten.   I don't know what happened and that really bothers me.  I think it's a big part of the reason I don't come here anymore.

And that bothers me too.  Life got in the way of my creativity and man, that's just pants.

So, yeah, I'm gonna try again and we'll see how that goes.  For now, another bumper sticker that goes a little way to explaining my life in the last 6 months.  And, as always, a lyric.

isn't it time you got over how fragile you are
we're all waiting
waiting on your supernova 'cause that's who you are
and you've only begun to shine

Comments

[mary]

I just commented on some one elses blog that his writing has improved over the years, enough to get him a gig on the local newspaper, and I felt mine had declined over the same period. I don't know...enthusiam? The newness? The need to impress? AOL use to allow only 2500 words in the beginning and man oh man, you really had to rely on brevity and keep on point.

[Saltation]

more a decline of energy/interest. a lot of us came in in the throes of depression, saw it as a solving outlet, gradually realised it was an outlet but not solving. in every case, the writing tone changes around that inflection point.

[Jen&HerBoat]

Good points. Although I hate to think I was wittier when depressed. heh.

[Saltation]

a genius fridge magnet i found in a charity shop the other week:

"You'll always be my friend.

You know too much."

[Saltation]

now i just need to find someone i can give it to.

who isn't dead.

[Jennifer]

"Life got in the way of my creativity and man, that's just pants."

And THAT could be the bumper sticker version of my life story.

I had recently convinced myself that without some misery/drama/unhappiness, I had nothing to say worth writing down. I am now determined to either prove or disprove this theory, for better or for worse. So far, on the blog, it's for worse. But I have high hopes. Just like the ants. ;-)