the edge of nowhere, and i'm not kidding.
dammitalltohell, all i want to do is write. something. something meaningful. and it's STUCK inside my head.
writer's block is the worst when nothing is blocked. it's starting with nothing. absolutely nothing.
things in my head seem trite when i describe them on paper...i write them, either in prose or poetically, and they just scream sixth grade to me.
and if i didn't have to get up so goddamn early and work with the artificial light and listen to people grumble to me on the phone, maybe i would have the time for whatever i'm supposed to be writing about to come to me.
i haven't felt this exasperated/inspired by writing in so long. but
DAMMIT.
writer's block is the worst when nothing is blocked. it's starting with nothing. absolutely nothing.
things in my head seem trite when i describe them on paper...i write them, either in prose or poetically, and they just scream sixth grade to me.
and if i didn't have to get up so goddamn early and work with the artificial light and listen to people grumble to me on the phone, maybe i would have the time for whatever i'm supposed to be writing about to come to me.
i haven't felt this exasperated/inspired by writing in so long. but
DAMMIT.