UNRELATED
THE UNFINISHED WRITING OF EJ KONTNY
Creating words on a page takes intention and patience. There is nothing more intimidating than a blank page, the first shot or the first note. It must be due to our minds racing and being blank all at the same time. We are so aware of what we are trying to do that the very thing becomes impossible. That is why I am starting. Here, now.
I have been writing snippets and jotting down notes of what I want to write about. But when it comes time and I mean when I have ample time to do the very thing that I have been longing to do. I freeze. I find excuses. I wish I was asleep or busy again. I escape but it follows me. The itch and linger of the words not yet written.
I find it amusing that you find lots of pieces written by writers about the agonizing act of writing. In fact, I think the secret to overcoming this insatiable leech of procrastination is to write about it. It is in some ways therapeutic to acknowledge your fears. To bring to light the very thing that has been holding you in the dark.
My desire to write comes from the overwhelming amount of thoughts I have about everything and the paralyzing fear that no one cares to listen. I know that this is an irrational fear, and that I have plenty of great friends that listen to me jabber on about my latest epiphany. The fact is I wouldn't have enough time in a day or a coffee date to express every last thought that I have racing in-between my ears.
I am starting this platform for the many unrelated and unquenchable stories, essays and poems that I want to write down. This is a collection of unfinished, unpolished and underworked musings that could one day become something. Because, I want to create something meaningful one day. But that one day has to start, some day.