Drunk on words.
So, after several days of writers’ block… I suddenly have the urge to post.
You see, I just finished dinner moments ago, but while I was eating, I was doing the very thing that I’d always told my children not to do: I was reading — on the Internet. (But, mind you, i wasn’t being rude or ignoring anyone in deference to the Internet; rather, my son was ignoring *me* during dinner, as he was busy being his typical gamer self and rushing to finish his own dinner so he could get back to the latest mission on WatchDogs 2.)
So I was reading anxious waves’ blog, and I must admit, I was positively gorging myself on her blog also while enjoying my dinner. Feeding my mind while feeding the body.
And let me tell you, I was getting positively drunk on her words !
Have you ever read something so well written that it suddenly gives you the urge to write yourself? That’s how you get drunk on words, my friends, and that’s what was happening to me right then. But the difference being that anxious waves deftly plies her craft: her posts are tight, succinct and remarkably well-written. She appears a delightfully sober writer whose words flow and shift within the structure of her paragraphs in a controlled and purposeful fashion. Her graceful prose walks purposefully and confidently down the sidewalk.
Meanwhile I am drunk with language, playing fast and loose with the words, and the structure of these sentences is likely meandering haphazardly all over this post, much like a drunk person stumbling down the street.
Well, comparison is the thief of joy and thus, when I consider my efforts, I begin to notice that I could have written this much better than I have done…but I am grateful anyway. Her blog has inspired me, and perhaps given me that much-needed nudge towards doing some actual writing rather than sitting on my hands and yearning for perfection.
and in that, I find only good things.