Writer’s Block
I have writer’s block. I guess the best idea I can come up with is to write about how I can’t think of anything to write about. I just don’t have anything to say. Not now. I am sorry to disappoint my loyal readers, who supported me with their insightful comments, but right now I’ve hit a dry spell. I guess this happens to everyone. I guess the whole reason I stopped was because of the fact that I felt I was just repeating the same things over and over, just like all the popular blogs I read. Steve Pavlina and Zen Habits, although Zen Habits is way more redundant than Pavlina. I didn’t want to become one of those cliche blogs. The ones that pump out the same material (not that it’s not good material) over and over until the loyal readership plateaus and all that is left are the self-help junkies who just need their next fix. Self-helf is a drug like caffeine or cocaine in the sense that some people can use it to optimize performance while others can abuse it and sit on their asses all day feeling good, but not really accomplishing anything. It’s easy to fall into that loop when it comes to self-help or personal development (or whatever those new age people are calling it these days.)
So I stopped writing for awhile to gain perspective on what I had accomplished in the last three years or so. I felt that in some of my posts, I was stunningly authentic and insightful, while in others I was just spouting the same stuff from another blog I read, albeit in my own fashion. Sometimes I wrote just to pass the time. Just to feel like I was making a difference in someone’s life. Sacrificing myself for the greater good. Then I started questioning what the greater good was. And I came to the realization that the greater good of the universe is to live our lives in balance with the rest of the world around us. And I started getting on nature rants about how the way we live is arrogant and self-defeating. I just got really pissed of at human beings as a species and started reading websites like The Church of Euthanasia and The Chuurch of Apathy. Oh, and Violent Acres. Very dark, but funny blogs. I became all cynical and whatnot. But it was worth it in my eyes because I learned the world doesn’t move the the beat of just one drum. And that is what makes it beautiful. There are so many differing opinions that we can all get our fill of and it makes us a more well-rounded person.
I did the comedy contest again this year and although I didn’t win, I got to be on television for 40 seconds. Even though my material is truly funny, it doesn’t say anything profound. It is just joke after joke after joke. I am a Steven Wright-like comedian, not a George Carlin-esque comedian. Steven Wright is hilarious, but George Carlin was both hilarious and thought-provoking. So was Bill Hicks. What those two comedians said in their tenure really spoke to me. More than anyone else. I truly appreciate them more than any other comedians. And I strive to be more like them. I want to make people both laugh and think. I don’t want to be the next carbon copy of a pre-existing comedian. I want to be uniquely me and have a unique signature. Become uniquely myself.
I’ll post a follow-up to this post later, but I need to get ready for “Lockup: Extended Stay,” otherwise known as my job.
September 14th, 2008 at 8:12 am
mmm, so what was your conclusion? I was told the other day that I would be wasting my time starting a blog which is simply repeating everything everybody else says.