8-21-98: The Moment To Write
I get these great ideas on topics to write on whenever I have time to really think(on a long car trip, at night when I can't sleep, etc.) I go, "Great! Perfect! I'll just start writing it in an hour..." I plan what to write, and everything just keeps on getting better & better. Then, when that hour passes, the passion to write about that topic disappears, and I don't have any more ideas. I feel glum and stupid. Why couldn't have I just taken that time right there and right then to just let the words flow as my enthusiasm was bubbling & brewing?
I wrote something about popularity today. It was a continuation of my last entry: how I could have been in the "in" crowd but turned it down, and how more socially adept I was in previous years. Unfortunately, the sad tale was told again(for the millionth time), and I was left with a boring & dumb essay. Isn't that just too bad?