Interlude: 4th Quarter Writing Goals

As I reflect on my previous writing on this blog for the past several months, I continue to see the trends and patterns that pervades my witting. I have branched off to new ways of expressing my ideas, with some degree of success and satisfaction.

Alas, my bitter struggle with writer's block continues. It is the single greatest factor preventing the expression of my soul through words. But in finding a solution to this, I must be practical. I did not expect myself to change drastically from my last reflection, but I certainly have gone through some change.

I've been able to isolate my creativity enough to chart it like a stock market graph. It peaks at certain moments, and then dips down low for the majority of the time. I am currently residing at one of these dip points.

This analyzation post is an exception to that graph of doom. That's because this is the post where I list my new goals:

- Again, I must renew my sacred oath to battle Writer's Block. Again, the embittered soldier at the Alamo does not know how to give up.

- Expand my horizons. I hope to go beyond just a simple podcast and words to include some video. Spring break is coming up soon, and i'll see if this idea is logistically possible.

- Express myself in a way that is satisfactory and soul soothing.

- Stop thinking a blog post is an academic assignment every three seconds.

- Effectively convey the most understandable meaning in my words in the shortest space possible.

- Make my posts more coherent and structured. I have the nasty habit of jumping point to point within a paragraph without proper transitions.

- More creative pieces. My dialogue story was mandatory. I hope to change that.

- Decide the fate of YOM. As it stands, this blog is a weekly portal of assignments that are graded by my English teacher. When the school year ends, I must decide whether or not to continue this blog, or bury it as an artifact of the past. It would honorably join Shattered Infinity in the legion of fallen heroes, a testament to the revelations of my adolescence.

In the end, words prove futile in describing this small, yet important, aspect of my life. The goals remain unclear, but the my convictions stand strong.

For in my darkest hour,

I will understand my hope and its cost,

For it was the first thing I ever gained,

And the last thing I ever lost.

And so I pick up my weapon,

And dare to brave chaos once more,

Endeavor to accomplish what no other had done,

To become the hero of legends and lore.

Forever striving to quench the thirst of my soul,

Nevermore my life fails to tend,

This is the final story in my life,

This is the most important end.