Blogging 101: 1st Post

Today I’m angry. Angry because I can’t make myself write. Angry because my writing sucks. Angry because I don’t have an inner voice, or a compelling reason to write. Angry as a symptom of depression.

No reason to be angry; and every reason to be angry.

I have no writing space. No software is going to magically make me a writer. I don’t even know why I want to write. I just always have. It was the 1st job I told my mother I wanted to do when I grew up (around 6/7 years old, at the time).

I spend most days sleeping. Sleeping because of boredom. Bored because nothing interests me anymore. I just don’t know how to break out of the funk.

We’re poor now. Partly because I have been unable to hold down a job. There are no phone calls for interviews anymore. Too many holes in my work history, and I’m getting old. Not much time left (and even less money) to develop a new career. 20 years ago, this wouldn’t have been a problem; I had lots of time then.

So now what? There doesn’t seem to be a solution. My road ahead looks mostly dark.


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Married for 30 years to PattyGirlLove of upstate NY. Daughter: Megan Son: Alex Christian Affiliation: Non-denominational, born-again Job: Currently unemployed Favorite verse: But I am merely a worm, far less than human, and I am hated and rejected by people everywhere. (Psalms 22:6)

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