For the last week, I haven’t felt like writing anything. Which is stupid…I used to love writing. I wrote loads of goofy shit when I was a lad. Not a wee lad, mind you. I never got into wee. And my ladhood was several years too early for me to be a Wii lad. But after college, my creative writing trailed off. In the words of Homer Simpson, “the weight of the world crushed my spirit.” After a decade and a half of not doing any real writing, I at least got a job where I had to give presentations and trainings, where I could toss in the occasional bit of humor. But it would be almost another decade before I would try to start doing actual creative writing again. And now I’ve been at it for about six months, and it hasn’t been easy. Quite often, I find myself reverting to factual documentation – no surprise since I spent so many years writing information security documents. On top of that, my whole mindset has changed – my thoughts used to be free-flowing and crazy (in a fun way). The craziness that I experience these days is not fun. But I think if I just stay on myself to do more genuine stream-of-consciousness writing, that will eventually bring back the freedom and openness (openity?) that I once experienced as a writer…a quarter of a century ago.