In my years writing online in various forms, I go through a familiar cycle of behavour. One that begins with passion, an urge to do something creative, something different and to say something worth saying. From there, I eventually use up all my great ideas and start to struggle for inspiration. When I eventually start to feel like I’m writing out of obligation rather than because I want to, I end up falling off the wagon.
Thankfully, since January of 2018, I have managed to stay clean and keep up writing on a regular basis without taking another extended break. In fact, I have managed to increase my output to levels I’ve not managed to do since I was running a news site with a few friends years ago.
I woke this morning a whirlwind of productivity. With everyone else either at work or still in bed I had the peace of quiet of solitude to get caught up on how embarrassingly behind schedule I am, esspecialy considering I’ve not been at work all week.
Cut to a few hours later, when people started coming home from work, or getting out of bed, and my drive suddenly flew out of the front door. I found myself sat there, struggling to string two sentences together as people milled about around me, making themselves breakfast or vacuuming.
When I very first started writing, my initial focus was video games, back in 2009 when I was a naive print journalism student and I started blogging on Tumblr. Wow… that means in May, I’ll have been blogging in various places for 10 years… I should probably do something for that…
It was a simpler time, when I would use my blog to pose questions such as: Who would win in a fight, the Incredible Hulk, or the Incredible Hulk’s weight in bees… Back then, I had it in my mind that I wanted to become a video game journalist. Little did I know that genuine journalism in video games is actually very rare.