I've got a million ideas in my head, but the question remains. Where to start today? I've got the classical music crankin' to stimulate brain function and the vices taken care of to avoid distraction. Yet, it still feels forced. It feels like I'm sitting here trying to make something drastically important happen and it feels a little hopeless. I think about all the issues and problems in the world and say, "what the hell is my commenting on them going to do? What damn bit of difference will my jabbering make?"
Then the truth rolls around, the REAL reason I want to write. What if someone reads what I have to say? What if it makes them care about some issue? What if it actually inspires them to go out and do something about it? Maybe they'll go out and do more about this hypothetical problem than I ever would have. Then would it feel worth while? Yeah, probably, but those someones may be few and far between (and whose reading anyway?)
Well, after that circular thought process I come back around and wonder again, what exactly it is I want to write about. What am I so passionate about that my words could move the masses? hmmmm. Maybe grandiose, global issues aren't my bag today. Maybe I should write a children's story. How about a kid's story about the importance of sharing? Wait, wait... I'VE GOT IT!! I should write an adult's story about the importance of sharing. Ooooh, this'll be a blast. The title: You Are All Greedy Bastards
O.K. time to get to work!