2008

Despite my recent enrollment in a Creative Writing class at a nearby college, I have lost all interest in writing for my blog. My hypothesis for this is because I spent the last week or so doing nothing but writing for my blog and preparing posts for that day, the next, and perhaps even the one after the next.

In my free time I am a 100% fictional writer, besides the memoir I am writing for my cat. I enjoy fictional writing because you can base fictional writing off of any point in any end it at any point. Fictional writing allows my expressionism, in my eyes. I...I love it.

Blogging, in most cases, is not and should not be fictional. I started this "everyday blogging" endeavor with the thought, in the back of my mind, that I might begin to like nonfiction writing more if I was "forced" to do it everyday. I don't want this to feel like I'm being forced or like it's work of any sorts. I absolutely hate it when things that were supposed to be fun, or were, turn into feeling like a job. And, to add on to that, your actual paid occupation should never feel like a job - love what you do. You choice to do it.

Another reason I have lost interest in creating posts for this blog is because I am taking my cat to the vet today. He might have Feline Lower Urinary Tract Disease (FLUTD). FLUTD is deadly in male cats, most of the time, and it killed my last cat. Ozzie has most of the common symptoms - wanting to lay around and do nothing for prolonged periods of time, squating much longer over the litter box, meowing or crying while using the litter box, excretion/urination outside litter box, and he doesn't finish all the food we put in his bowl. It's the first time I've ever said that.

I am extremely worried for Ozzie. He is 6 years old and he is the love of my life. I don't want to loose him. Not now, not ever