it's time to get back on this train of thought.

and by thought i mean writing. my dedication to the sport has been appallingly weak of late. which is really rather odd, considering it's the thing i love to do best. some would call it a passion, but i must say i find that word particularly cringe-inducing. and so i'll refer to it as my obsession.

after all, i write and rewrite everything - from conversations i imagine in my head to email subject lines to lists of things i need to make lists about - i am a rabid for writing. and yet, i notice i don't do it enough. oh sure, i write every day at work. but being a dedicated copywriter has turned me into a sloppywriter outside of the job.

turns out the drive and focus was motivated greatly by dislike, by angst and dissatisfaction. and now that i hardly mind the daily grind, my mildly brilliant spew has slowed to a mediocre trickle. of course, i've yimmered on about this before - it's the "artists need to be in pain to produce greatness" theory, and there's quite a bit of bullshit in that. but perhaps a touch of truth too. finding something to satirize, finding fodder to ridicule, finding heartbreak to pisstake - these are important pursuits in the life of a sometimes-funny always-trying writer.

so here's to the next few months being productive in more ways than one. to resolving to write about everything, instead of waiting for something to really tickle fancy. and to getting a life.

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