Now that that's out of the way, I was thinking about how some many things seem so easy until you actually try to do them. Keeping a discipline like writing a blog...that seems so easy. But, really, it is not. It's not easy at all, except when it is. I know those statements seems to contradict each other, but, sorry to say, that is just how it is.
It's easy to come up with ideas. But writing them down, well, sometimes that is not so easy. I sit down, I face the blank page, I wait. The words won't come. The blank page is so beautiful i its own strange way. Unspoiled, untouched. Pure. Clean. Who am I so spoil that? Then somehow I shake those feelings off and begin. And sometimes the words just tumble out, spilling onto the page. Do they make sense? Are they laid out properly? Somehow, I never know until I am done. And sometimes not even then. Usually it's when someone reads what I've written and gives me feedback. That's when I know. It's that easy, or just that hard.