If opinions are like assholes, then ideas are like...?

Ideas. We all have them. Sadly, not all of us know what to do with them.

I have a blog. Why, I have no clue. Do I have anything valid to say? Probably. But most of the time, I find blogging frustrating, like most other creative outlets.

I have artistic aspirations. I've dabbled in writing short stories and poetry. I dream of one day writing a novel. But I'm never satisfied with what I write. Cliché. Predictable. Derivative. The words are there, swimming around in my brain, but they seldom find their way out. I can't even write lyrics to to the songs I write.

I make music; it might just be my best skill, but again I never feel like I can do justice to what's going on inside my head. I lack the skill. As a result, the music I write would probably seem contrived and pedestrian to anyone else. Boring.

Blogging was supposed to be an outlet for my creative pretensions. The Web, the free interchange of ideas, freedom of expression. Freedom of creation. But even now, I'm seldom happy with my blog posts, and most peter off and don't get finished. Who am I to think anyone would want to read what I have to say? Why should my opinions count for anything, when everyone's got an opinion?

The Internet is full of pretensious people making bad poetry (see previous post), amateurish music, drab art, etc., but there are also people out there doing great things. Amazing, incredible, brilliant things. I am a creative person, why do I always feel like I barely even qualify for the first group?

I do have ideas. Sometimes I think I have good ideas. If only I knew what to do with them.