Monday, December 03, 2018
As big a queen fan as I am, I'm a little surprised that when this word popped into my head for tonight's musings, that I thought of the Billy Joel song, rather than Queen's collaboration with David Bowie. Here's the Billly Joel song, anyway
The pressure I refer to isn't anything medical, not about the blood through the veins, nor the eyes. Nor is it about anything about my current circumstances in life, though they might get the blood pumping a bit, and the angst coursing through said veins. Rather it's about this modest little streak of days writing in this space, about whatever might occur to me at whatever given moment I sit down with a laptop on....lap....and start typing.
Now that I've started doing this somewhat regularly, I feel a little pressure to keep doing this regularly. It's a bit annoying, really, because usually I don't have any clue what I might want to say when I sit down. The trick I used to have, of creating in my head a narrative around some random happening during the day, and then transcribing that into this space, that hasn't returned. I hope it does, because those entries are easy. This one, by contrast, has been quite a laborious slog. 20 minutes of typing, erasing, retyping, completely erasing, etc, etc, so on and so forth, blah blah blah. I'm boring myself, so imagine how you might feel?
Anyway, there's your lament for this 3rd of December. I'll be more amusing tomorrow. Probably.