Killer writing, dude.

Whenever I read, I find myself wanting to write. So here I am, post finally finishing Neal Stephenson's Snow Crash, and I want to write. Rather, I wish I was a novelist. I tend to feel this way when reading works by those who have an almost mystical command of the written word, but perhaps I am still just mesmerized by this en of Stephenson. Btw, a quick stumble for the nam-shub of Enki produces this Australian DJ's MySpace page (NreallySFW. The first and last tracks, "Nam Shub Wobble" and "Eyn Tzu Oj Zwei", respectively, are pretty good). But, as is the case with lethal text, I am both energized by the need and want to write and yet simultaneously paralyzed -- an almost laughable paradox considering the fact that "writer's block" is pretty much the way of life for most of those called to produce words. I don't think about this much anymore. I used to think I wanted to be a writer, but I realize now that I like to write and want to write. I don't need to write. Or at least, if I did need it, I would probably do it a lot more often. : ) It does, however, feel good to write and dork around with my computer this evening. While I have used a computer for more than 50 hours this past week, none of it has really been for my own pleasure. Thought it is not necessarily difficult, I have taken over a new position in my job that has found me, at best, behind. And while I know none of the people I deal with on a day-to-day basis have some secret cooperative conspiracy against me, the backlog and end-of-last-month syndrome has left me ill prepared for their onslaught; I'm fresh meat. Actually, it's not that bad at all, but let's just say I am ecstatic it's Saturday and that Sunday is waiting for me. I'm currently listening to KEXP Live Performance Podcast of Camera Obscura, and the DJ and band members are going on a bit of a rant about their internet-savviness as a band. Apparently their manager accosts them when they're *not* blogging. Talk about pressure, but I imagine touring produces a fair amount to blog about. Either way, I'm glad I don't have that kind of pressure to blog. Just the prodding of friends and/or the acknowledgment that I just don't post that often. Perhaps I'll get over my self-importance and find better, topical things to write about.