I’m still in the midst of this writer’s funk, where I feel like I want to write something, but I simply don’t know what I want to write about lately. It’s hard to explain how I’m feeling these days; I can’t say that I’m in one of my bouts of depression or being all ronery-emo, because I don’t really think I am. Work is boring and stagnant, but it’s not like I didn’t know this was going to be the status quo when I took this job. I’m working out and exercising along the same clip, and I feel physically fine, and mentally too, for the most part.
Yet, I can’t really find or think of anything remotely interesting to write about these days, to which that puzzles me a bit. Usually, I lean onto local news, or try to find something remotely interesting on the internet to spark some train of thought worthy to put into words. But Atlanta news is pretty stagnant and predictably boring, and nothing makes me want to write about racist agendas and the obvious racial bias that “my fair city” exhibits on such a regular basis. Not to mention the fact that all the local Atlanta news outlets are money-grubbing rags that recycle the same news anyway.
The Atlanta Braves blog I occasionally write for, I’ve been informed that there are going to be some changes with. Although it’s nothing really that serious, it does make me wonder if I want to continue to obligate myself with writing about baseball on a weekly basis. Obviously, my fandom with baseball has grown a little disenchanted over the last three seasons, but I kind of wonder if this was an opportunity to dive head-first into trying to re-invigorate it, or if I just want to stop outright. Sometimes I think that my position of floating in the middle isn’t necessarily the best idea.
Speaking of baseball, it’s not that I don’t love the game any less than I used to, but here’s an interesting fact: I’ve been to one Braves game all season. I’ve been to more baseball games at Coors Field in Denver, than I have at home in Atlanta. I’ve seen as many games in Detroit and Miami as I have at home in Atlanta. It’s not that I don’t enjoy going to the ballpark, it’s just that the idea of going alone isn’t what it used to be. I tell you, one of these days I’m just going to have to buckle down and get on board with an 81-game plan, and make my damndest effort to do an entire 81-game season.
Maybe this is the kind of slump that happens when I don’t really do anything in my spare time. I’ve been spending a lot of time reading lately, and I have to admit that since I started using my iPad as a Kindle, I’ve been reading a ton of books, and I’m finding it more of a bear than anything else when I force myself to read a physical book again, but my declaring particular authors as “physical book only,” it’s something that I’m not going to abandon any time soon.
But my list of options of things to do when I’m at home is a little stale, and makes me think that it’s contributing to my overall mental stagnancy lately. All I do when I’m at home as of late is either read, play LoL, or watch DVR’d shows. I could be a little bit more productive and try to do some cleaning, but when 95% of the clutter in the house isn’t mine, it’s somewhat unappealing and unrewarding to even fathom, let alone do, especially when it feels like it’s just going to have to happen again in a week.
Perhaps I need more activities to do in my spare time, to stimulate my brain into wanting to write about something. That’s usually what normally happens, when I really find inspiration to write, while I’m doing something else, creating the false conundrum that I need to address and write about something while the iron is hot, but oh noes, I suddenly don’t seem to have the time to do such. Perhaps I should actually address these projects for Dragon*Con while there’s still plenty of time in advance, as opposed to trying to get everything done in the month of August like I ended up doing last year.
But until then, this writer’s funk blows. I like having something a little more focused to write about.