Loafing
I am not writing as much lately as I would like to be. Considering that I recently (meaning three months recent) finished a number of good books and watched some good movies, even I would think I have something to write about.
Unfortunately, I do not seem to know what to write.
This is exceptionally bad, because I do need to get better.
Maybe it is the fault of having a backlog of games that I am determined to get through, or maybe it is the general feeling of listlessness that has plagued me for the better part of the month so far.
I also hate writing for the sake of writing, which is why I require a topic in order to spit out thousands of words.
Usually, I go through old posts to get a sense of how my writing was compared to now; despite the not-all-great material, I dislike deleting posts. For one, I generally do not post unintentionally; the viewpoints are calculated, and the post is my attempt to write from a self-imposed viewpoint. Naturally, I have to share some sentiment with the viewpoint in order to come across with conviction, but at the same time I feel vaguely artificial when I write with that limitation. The result is evident in faulty and stupid arguments.
That might also have to do with poor knowledge.
I think too often that I will never have all the knowledge I want.
