Running out of things to say?

Wed, 8:56

The daily minutiae of our daily lives isn't very interesting. I mean, if I write something here every single day, it's not like I'll have some startling revelation or insightful thought at every single instance. The deeper thoughts are merely comprised of our daily activities I guess. Can you imagine, though, if every single post on here was something distressing? If my life was like that daily I'd have a heart attack! I think I'm saying this more to myself than to you though. I mean, seeing this blog everyday has caused me to browse it a little bit more. I'm a pretty boring guy, to say the least. But boring isn't that bad, right?

But, what I think I'm trying to get at is inspiration. It comes and goes, it never sits still. It'll burst and bloom in the middle of the night, but it never comes when I stare a blank page down. I think the great thing about blogging is that I can freewrite. I'll say whatever's in my head until something comes out. Read it back a little, edit a couple things there, but most of the things committed on the screen are going up for the whole internet to see. Well, I mean, not the *whole* internet. Factoring in the number of people who log on simply to watch porn, it's more like... 0.01%, if I'm lucky.

Inspiration's kind of weird though. I never seem to be able to write with a story in mind; usually I have this image followed with a phrase that I build something around. Like, recently there's this story that I want to write. I'm also posting the idea here so I don't forget it but anyway, it goes like this: there's this interracial couple. I guess. One Asian, the other something else. I actually wanted someone Chinese and someone Filipino (oh gee, that's not a self-insert right there). The thing is, they steal a pickup truck and run away from this suburban area. They go up to the mountains, and enter a quiet commune of sorts. It's pretty folky. The guy gets hired by a blacksmith or something. I don't know, the whole premise is built around this one thing I thought of. Two people sleeping in the bed of a pickup truck, "with their bodies curled up against each other like fireflies."

Does that even make sense? I don't know. I know that fireflies are only attracted to the lights of the opposite sex, and that's what appealed to me. I also like the image of fireflies. I will expand it into some kind of grand metaphor in which the lights of the fireflies zoom around in the dark, burning bright in this chaotic night, or something equally pretentious. Yeah, it does kind of sound like I'm up my ass about this. I just want to write a simple love story. After all, there are three things you should keep simple in your life, I feel: family, work, and love. And doing this everyday is work son!