not a writer. sad.

I don't think I'll ever be a writer.
It's a job, right? A job has deadlines. And what I write, it's not restricted to deadlines. It shouldn't be. It will wither and die if there is a 'date-and/or-time-to-finish' set to it.

Anyhoo, I love the idea of a blog.
However, I think I've been ignoring it for months now.
I just can't seem to write.
Is it a block maybe? There are so many things to write about but for some reason, I can't put it into words. I'm not in a haste to write about anything, but, I feel like a lot of note-worthy things are being missed.
Maybe I should've attempted to write about them now. But I wouldn't be able to give them justice if I do it at this point.

So, they'll just have to wait?

Nah, life starts anew everytime and so would my notes.

For Starters

had no idea how hard it is to create a blog. geez.
all I wanted was to have a page of my own, you know, for my thoughts and blatherings haay
ah well this should do.

hey, how 'bout I post my new fave poem for starters?
don't feel like writing right now.
so, here goes.

Invictus
by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstances
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of change
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the year
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.