How do you re-enter something you'd long stepped out of? That's the question that's been whizzing around in my head like a bottle-rocket for a while now; the only thing is, I didn't know it.
I mean of course, I knew that there was something on my mind, but pinning it down... that was the challenge. And between Jackie Chan-looking Martians with Isabella Rosellini lips and a goose called Captain Rotundo that likes to chill on a page for 5 hours, it irritated me like a splinter in my mind.
Someone 'interesting' said something equally interesting to me a while ago and it went along the lines of, "Yahhh duuude I knewww this four months ago... because I'm a mogul. You've become too comfortable." Whether it was his highly elevated sense of well-being and sense of self talking or it was the fact that maybe for once, he had a point, is of no consequence. Clearly, his words resonated somewhere inside.
I forgot all about that and got back to work the next day and was working on a feature story (i.e. not a hard news report, for the uninitiated). Cracked my knuckles and set my fingers down on the slightly greasy keyboard at work and flew headfirst like a rampaging bull, into a wall. How the fuck do I write a feature? Writing report after report after report, it almost felt like I'd forgotten how to write a nice flowing feature, never mind how to write a suitably acrimonious blog post.
Getting back into something you got out of... (no innuendo intended)
Be it a style of writing that you had ignored for a while
Be it a way of life that you had left behind, perhaps in my case, university
Be it an acquaintance that faded away
Be it...
Well, anything really.. To spout an overused cliché, we most certainly are resistant to change.
Hence, the shabby nature of this particular post. I grew too comfortable with the idea of not blogging. Better offerings soon, I promise.
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