Writing blues

     So I have a laptop for writing. I have pens, pencils, notebooks scattered all over the place for writing. Hell, I am even writing this on an Alphasmart Neo, which I bought for writing. You want to hear the funny part...I don't freaking write. Not a word...when I open the word processing programs on my computer or open a notebook I sit and stare. That's it... and it is starting to piss me off. I mean really, how freakin hard is it to put writing utensil to paper or fingers to keyboard and just write. Apparently very hard for me. So I procrastinate or I allow myself to get sidetracked by the Internet or the silly little games that come on my phone. Or maybe I blame my technophobia lol. But rest assured I find a reason to not write. And it pisses me off. Seems to me that if I was meant to be a writer it would come easy. I would have read more, been a better student, have a greater interest in the classics (whatever they are). But no... it ain't easy, I don't read or write enough, and I wouldn't even know a "classic" if it fell on my head. So I don't write. And, I may have mentioned it before, it pisses me off. So I here i am over a week into NaNoWriMo and I haven't written a word. Guess what... You got it. It pisses me off. Maybe I should call it quits. Just go on being what I have always been... maybe... maybe not.
     Before I throw in the towel and start re gifting all my writing paraphernalia maybe i should look at some things. Most importantly, I am writing right now. I am writing this rant or whatever you want to call it. Another thing is the quote that goes "If it were easy, everyone would be doing it." I know an eight year old that just finished his first 5K race. I asked him how was it and his first response was that it was a nightmare. I asked how he felt when he crossed the finish line though and his response, with the truth that is an intrinsic part of kids, was "Famous". One more thing about this kid... he spent the first few weeks of his life in a cast and went through several surgeries for his feet so he could walk. Kind of says something about getting past the difficult things in life, don't it?