I can't write. Oh, and I'm Canadian.
I can't write. Anything, it seems, except for journal entries. I've tried poetry, some short fiction I've been banging around my brain, an outline for a weird martial arts play/dance piece, even a non-fiction essay on the state of professional wrestling. Nothing. Nada.
I'm pissed. Maybe I've just got too much creative shit going around my head with this play and the lighting design. I dunno. The thing that really pisses me off is the wrestling piece, though. I've got so many things that I just can't form into complete sentences. I need to move to Canada. I love America, I've loved it my whole life, but I think, in my heart, I'm Canadian politically. It's kinda weird that at 2am, I'm dicovering this.
But I still can't write.
I'm pissed. Maybe I've just got too much creative shit going around my head with this play and the lighting design. I dunno. The thing that really pisses me off is the wrestling piece, though. I've got so many things that I just can't form into complete sentences. I need to move to Canada. I love America, I've loved it my whole life, but I think, in my heart, I'm Canadian politically. It's kinda weird that at 2am, I'm dicovering this.
But I still can't write.