Block Party

I've had trouble writing lately.

My trouble seems to be caused by my desire to write something profound when it seems nearly impossible to do so. In an age with information at your fingertips anywhere you go, originality is truly hard to come by. There's always someone who did it first, better, funnier, and with more page hits.

But alas, these attempts at complete thoughts continue to poke their head in when the sun has gone down and the general populace has retired. I think "well that'd make a GREAT blog post! Nobody else thinks the record industry is a big bummer, right?"

It barely takes 30 seconds for me to realize someone better informed than myself has already tackled the issue.

Then it goes back to the same old routine. I toss around the idea for a bit, fully convince myself that whatever I had to say wasn't worth saying, and then I check twitter or dino comics. Like most of the drivel that my brain comes up with, the idea dissolves into residual electrical charges waiting to become some memory involving The Legend of Zelda or old movie quotes.

This need to create only original material is crippling my ability to write, and I can't find the source of this craving. It's unreasonable, especially for a blog. A blog isn't an expert opinion, it's just a person's opinion. Odds are that that person is probably an idiot when it comes to most things, except for their passion that they're (hopefully) writing about.

Now it seems I have to find that passion. Until I do, I'm just another idiot simply restating what he read on digg.