The Beginning of Frustration, Disappointment and Marginal Success

When I first created this, I wasn't sure what the point was.  I mean, who's going to read it?  And now five months later I find myself asking the same question, and returning to the same answer, probably no one.  Why write?

A lot of writers claim to have this insatiable urge to write.  One I know claims that it's like breathing.  I guess it just happens.  Well for me it's a chore.  The desire to write is fleeting, usually rising at moments of great emotional overflow in which I create some vague piece of shit that I regard as poetry or art.  Days later I come back only to find drivel, big words and questioning, "What is this!"  

Ultimately the desire to create is not there.  And even if the desire is there, the likelihood of exceptional execution is small.  It's that whole Icarus thing.  

So with all that said, I seek, through this blog, to write about film and by extension all the arts.  I hope also to maybe entertain, write well and maybe learn something.  

I love film, and I want to make my love a creative one as anyone good love is.  So, if anyone ever reads this I hope it doesn't suck.