Still writing

Over the last few hours, I have sat in front of the keyboard, trying to find my way around words, paralysed, looking to find the idea and the inspiration that will guide what tonight's post is going to be about.

It's like pushing against a wall, like being tied to a chair, like staring into an empty horizon.

It could be this, or it could be that. It seems to be neither. Words are simply not coming out.

After a while, the only reasonable course of action is to simply do it anyway, to force my way into it, with the sole goal of hitting the 'publish' button on something that at least reads coherently from start to finish. One after the other, put letters and thoughts together.

This week, just like the last one, is far from being what I aspired for this place to be, but in the absence of all those other ideas that have flirted with me in the past, but have now decided to abandon me, the consolation is that no matter what, this is still writing, and in that regard, I'll take it.