The silence of Silent Bob

Quality or quantity?
Do I sit here in my chair and pump out literature like a monkey hyped up on amphetamines with nothing but a type writer? Or do I sit and plot and think and dwell, until I find something that's truly striking- something that hits the people in the home spot?
However; I begin to ponder... What if my quality isn't as good as I think? Should I then be creating more thus to improve on my writing skills if they infact are not as developed as I thought they were?

I suppose I should look at it this way... How much more attention do we give to silent bob when he finally speaks? Jay spends most of the movies saying alot, yet saying nothing. Whereas silent bob can portray what his intentions and thoughts are without saying anything, however when words are important, and he does speak- he saves the day.

Writing can be both relieving and stressful. And I'm finding it to be the latter of late.
Words seem to slip through my fingers and ideas blow away like my mind is a sand storm. Nothing sticks, nothing fits in the way of words...
Look at my last blog... 'Crap a la crap'. I always said to myself 'This will not be one of those venting blogs where people who are depressed about how shit their lives are shit their life story over the internet, thus spreading the pain and disaster even further'... And I caved...

The power of the written word is such a beautiful thing. It can make a life or destroy a life, it can contract a soul to the fiery pits of hell for all eternity... It can unite, it can break apart. People listen to those who choose to use their voice... And what better way to be heard than to be heard by the poetic, melodic scriptures of a writer?

And with that note, I can only hope that this writers block gets removed soon. It seems in times of financial strife I cannot play guitar, write or paint or draw... I need to find my muze within something again.

I shall return when my time is ready.