writing has always been a Sisyphean task for me, but recently its been exaggerated. every time i struggle to capture something in words and trap something within a sentence and create something within a paragraph i miss. kind of as if i were playing darts. i'm no good at that either.
i sit here, desperately wanting to write something that would express the intenseness of my frustration and the height of my excitement. and everytime i put something on this page, i like it just a little bit. so i work on it, and work on it, and suddenly its trash again. the boulder comes tumbling down the hill.
the thing about my particular sisyphean task is that i don't have all the gods of olympus requiring that i keep writing. just the demons in my head. so what's keeps me putting words on the page? is that even a sentence?
I'm going to go eat breakfast, and try again.