Writing in a vacuum
I write fiction, yet constant procrastination causes contradiction.
It’s become a right addiction but friction causes dereliction.
No definable progress is stressful,
Never knowing if depiction is successful
Blogging cures the constrictive affliction that limits my diction.
Foe.
Procrastination.
Makes three hours out of one.
Progress hampered.
Start again
The writer wrote. Wrote, wrote, wrote some more. Type; edit. A few changes. A few more. The novel got no closer to complete. No matter what was written, the prose seemed incomplete. Her judgement critical; no longer unbiased, bogged down by eternal reconstruction. No progress could be made.
With a kick in the pants, a decision was made. She would start smaller, and see where the results took her.
Blogging 101
Blogging for beginners
Logged enough practice
Of experience I have plenty
Good?
Good enough?
I still can learn
New tips and tricks
Gall to believe I’m better?
1 way to learn
0 – reasons not too.
1 way to find out.
Next stop: The End. 
Comments on: "In search of new means." (6)
That was a fun post, Penshift. I enjoyed reading it! 🙂
Certainly much more fun to write then yet another boring blog introduction. If I did that what would my progress be?
Impressive and funny, thanks 🙂
Thanks
Love your colorful blog. Enjoyed reading your intro very much. So true about the novel! http://lilypupslife.wordpress.com/
It’s always true about the novel – Even if you’ve published 20, I imagine!