When Daily Becomes Weekly

The thing about writers isn't the wonderful image created in our minds, everyone had that image. It's that we so desperately want to translate the picture into words so that other people are able to see what we see in our heads. You could picture a tree in your head, an average tree, and spend years describing it's every detail so that someone else could imagine this tree too, but your work would never be complete, you're too much of a perfectionist for that. You'll never be quite convinced that the other person is seeing what your seeing. It's too easy to obsess over an image in your mind. Whether it be one you want to share or one you want to see yourself as. Every time you imagine it, it's a little different than the last- making it impossible to ever be able to relate the one image to anyone else unless they are in you head at that exact moment. Which unfortunately, isn't possible at the moment. I struggle to put the organized chaos in my head into coherent writing and I never quite feel statisfied when I finish.

 Lately, I've been using this as an excuse to why I haven't gotten anything posted for a while. When did the daily become the weekly? I knew the hardest part of this blog would be keeping an even pace, but I'm happy to be able to say I still want to keep this blog going.