Lack of Bitchery

Helllllooooooo kiddies, I'm back again! Miss me??? Prolly not, lol! The reason for my long absence? A lack of something that pisses me off enough to bitch about it openly in cyberspace. There's lotsa stupid shit that mildly pisses me off on daily basis, but nothing that makes me wanna gouge out my own eyes and disembowel myself with a grapefruit spoon. I guess I should be grateful for such blessings, but they really do a number to my writing abilities. Why is that?
I think the reason is because I need to be passionate about what I write, and both agony and ecstacy result in a passionate response. Mediocrity breeds apathy, hence the inability to write anything worth the effort of endlessly tapping on my keyboard. I guess I'm a passionate person who needs a good jolt of something in order to be inspired to write.
I used to write a lot when I was younger, mostly free verse poetry. It was almost a nescessity to express myself in the literal sense. It was like therapy. When I was absolutely miserable, I was a freakin' literary artist, but without the angst, I was a dry vessel, void of any writing ability.
As I've aged, I got further and further away from writing. I was told as a young person, and even into my early twenties, that I should further my journey with writing and pursue it as a career. Needless to say, I'm no great author with not a single word submitted to anyone in any literary capacity. I've not been published and have a habit of keeping what I write to myself.
My earlier works were very dark, filled with mythic themes and gothic imagery. Poe was always a great influence on me, and his use of darkness in his writings and the haunting name of "the lost Lenore" used many times in his poems captivated me. Like the visage of the Mona Lisa, no one ever really knew who the inspiration of "Lenore" was. Was it a lost love or just a character playing a recurring role in a number of poems? Who knows? But the knowledge of who these people were is of little importance. It was the whole body of the work that was important, not a single entity. But I'm getting away from the topic.
I think all of the great writers of the world write out of passion, rather than profit. If they write for profit and not for art, they are complete sell outs. The literary worth of a piece is greater to me than a monetary one. I write out of passion only. My poverty and pedestrian job are proof of this.
With this blog, I feel like I've begun the resurrection of the writer I used to be, and maybe other people will see my work and see something in it. Good or bad, it littles not. It's not the response that is important, but the recognition. Passions ho! Lets kick this into high gear. Talk to u soon!!!