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You are reading the life, times, and general musings of Jenna Tollerson. I am an independent web developer living in and around Athens, Georgia, USA. [read more]
I wish I had something to say.
I feel I'm lacking creativity lately, and part of me wonders if that's not because I'm finally content with my life. Like, in order to be a true artist, to be inspired, must I suffer? To be encouraged to write must I be aching for joy?
I've been struggling with ways to not make this site into a glorified livejournal (or worse, a glorified linkblog). I want to provide more content than that which is in list form, more than other people's words and other people's pictures. But lately, that has felt like a daunting proposition. So busy am I, living my life, absorbing media, going to shows, moving forward steadily at a million miles a minute, that the moments of quiet comtemplation and composition that seemed to happen in almost an instant, spontaneous and above all natual way seem lost to me.
Maybe it's because I hate sitting at a computer these days. I can't even finish the rest of my web chores, let alone use some of my desk time to be creative.
So I force myself to sit down and compose, and I find I have nothing to say. I end up launching into a toothless meta-piece outlining my inability to write. Too much noise, no damn signal. Get depressed about not being depressed. So damn productive.
You are reading the life, times, and general musings of Jenna Tollerson. I am an independent web developer living in and around Athens, Georgia, USA. [read more]
