Of Time Disappearing

Today is Monday, December 22, 2008 at 1655. I am sitting at the Barnes and Noble in Manhattan Beach, once again wondering where the time is going. I last made an entry in this blog on 12/1/08 remarking on the accelerated passage of time this year.

BLINK.

Another 3 weeks have gone by and I have no idea how that happened. I seem to be caught in some amusement park-like thrill ride where great snatches of time just whiz by and you have no control over it.

I think what has led to increasing the infrequency of the posts around these parts is that back in September I bought myself a fancy black Moleskin journal and started handwriting all of my life events in it, just so I wouldn't forget anything.

All of this with the intention of eventually transcribing the entries over to this blog for easier search and retrieval of important events, dates, details, etc.

How did that work out for me? Yah. Not so much.

You see, for some strange reason, I record everything in that journal, but never get around to opening up TypePad and creating a blog post. Pretty soon, with the whole "time rushing by" syndrome described above, September, October, November and most of December have come and gone and I have made a grand total of 3 fucking blog posts since Halloween.

Nice.

Well, a co-worker once told me that the way to break out of a Writer's Block situation is to just sit down and write. Write just to write, to break out of the rut, somehow.

Hopefully, with this post, I am doing just that and I can get back into the swing of posting more regularly. One can hope always hope, right?

Sigh.