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Well, I’ve been gone awhile, huh?
Backlog Adventures has served as my personal “anything that is fit for internet print” space during my misadventures of online games journalism. While that is certainly not going to change, a recent vocation shift in my online writing duties will also force BLA to do some shifting as well.
Also: I killed some dragons. Serious stuff first, however.
Today I would like to talk about writing. To be more specific, I want to talk about not being able to write. Of course, I don’t mean some kind of debilitating infliction by which my hands can no longer move and I am left attempting to train a series of parrots-each with their own keyboard–to respond to an intricate series of whistles and mouth pops that will instruct them on which letters to type on my behalf
That would be absurd. Instead, let’s discuss the sheer inability to will yourself to write down words. Some call it ‘writer’s block.’ I call it a revolving wheel of apathy, personal failure, and extreme paranoia caused by an overactive superiority complex.
I guess that doesn’t fit on a t-tshirt, so let’s just refer to this phenomenon from this point out as The Cycle.