I’m trying to write something. Well, specifically, a guest post for another blog, they asked me to write about young kids and glasses, some of the difficulties they face, and why I started the little four eyes blog. Nothing big, they said, just a quick post. When I was asked, I was so excited and thought it would be a snap. I mean, I’ve written about the topic a lot. But when I put pen to paper (well, fingers to keys), I just get stuck. I finally got something plunked out, but when I re-read it, it just felt flat. I like to think I have a writing style – one with convoluted sentences and poor grammar, but also genuine and relatively light-hearted. But this thing is just heavy, and uninteresting, and sounded mostly like I was whining (hmm, a bit like this post perhaps). I know I just need to pull it back up and just work on it a bit more, but every time I try to do that, it’s like my mind slips past it, and I come up with all sorts of excuses for doing something else instead. And no, I don’t wonder why my college years were spent staying up far too late trying desperately to finish papers that I kept putting off.