Current location:	Daily Market and Cafe
Current mood:	aggravated
Entry tags:	2007 (it's hot), july 10th

My first post to live journal.
In seven days I will have created nothing. I have everything to say but don’t know where to start. All of my professors tell me that the best way to start writing is merely to start. The solution is as simple as that. Well, here I am. I will start writing something.

The Decembrists are distracting me. They are playing a song on Leno. Why am I watching that? Watching TV is probably why I can’t get started. How does that song go?
“I’ve flown around the world in a plane,
I’ve settled revolutions in Spain,
The North Pole I’ve charted,
But I can’t get started with you.”
That song does refer to a woman (or a man I suppose) but it could easily refer to all of my neglected creations.

Let’s start with my comic about God and faith. Every now and then there is a sketch, some files with outlines, characterizations. A good start but how do I take it further? Sometimes I feel as though I am treating this story like homework. This story, which occurred to me in a flash of welcome inspiration, now feels like a burden I am forced to lug around until the final breathe leaves my body.
Am I ashamed of the story? I don’t think so. I am proud of it. Everyone who hears about it thinks it sounds like a great idea. Why don’t I believe them? Rather, why do I not simply write it? Perhaps that is the answer. Simply sit down and write. It seems to be working at the moment.
I think I feel most comfortable, not as a visual artist, musician, lover, or philosopher but rather as a writer of some kind. To call myself a writer seems too pretentious. I feel that I am a juggler of ideas. I think a lot. And what better way to think out loud than to write. Language gives me a way to play with ideas.
So, I will play with ideas. Yes. That is what I am going to do.