Mental Block

There’s a post brewing, but I can’t nail it down.  Not sure exactly what I want to say.  I find when I write I spend a long time thinking about it.  Ironically I then type/write in a blaze whatever comes out of what I just thought.  Today I’m trying to choose my words more carefully.  Sometimes I don’t feel I can be totally honest here, and others I publish far more than I later think was wise.

Someone once said to me that I worry too much about what other people think.  I never believed her until now.

Heart of a Poet

[Still feeling creative…my word can I be a soppy so-and-so]

The heart of a poet…
I have heard of such
in legend,
lauded in hushed tones of awe.

…and the void was restored

Points if you can name the book reference 🙂

So it’s been a busy week in my head.  In fact it’s been a busy year.  A lot of things that made no sense at all are now a lot clearer

…but as I will be…

[I’ve discovered why I struggle to write about personal stuff.  It’s to do with the finality of publishing.  Once it’s out, it stands alone ready to be ignored or belittled.  Every mistake and weakness out there on full show.  I have to be bigger than that though, ’cause I’m about done with hiding.

This is probably gonna cause a bit of grief…]

Complete the phrase: Incredible _____?

It’s only just dawned on me that I haven’t mentioned my recent trip to India on here even once!  So now I shall!

For who could ever learn to love a geek?

I guess the question is…am I really proud to be a geek?

And I guess the answer is no.