You ever get that feeling when you know its important you write something but nothing seems forthcoming? Its not actual writer’s block, it more of an inability to figure out what topic or what genre of fiction it is you would like to tackle or write about at that particular time.
Funny thing is I probably came up with a handful of ideas over the previous week without actually penning any single one of them down.
arghh… no excuses right? I almost forgot, reason why I go around with 3 different note books (one for my business ideas, one for work and the last one for my personal thoughts). A few weeks ago I finally summoned the courage to go over the words I had written in my personal journal, apart from a disturbing overlying propensity to be self critical and prone to procrastination there was really nothing surprising about it. Means I’m fine right? *shrug*……
I’m self absorbed to a disturbing degree I know, I’m trying so hard to stop; see, here I am focusing mainly on myself in this particular post. pfffftt…..
Well, to be honest, I really haven’t come up with something so profound to blog about. I usually achieve that when my mind wonders, momentarily touching on a topic then taking flight almost immediately. The process is almost like pollination, as if my mind is a wide open field full of flowers sprouting and dying almost at the same time , but lately its been more involved in focused thoughts, which I’m still trying to get used to.
You see (if you’re interested), my job requires me to virtually come up with ideas almost endlessly. Its only natural I find myself thinking of only a limited number of things as a by-product.
Guess that’s all for today.
But before I go, I have to confess; being a bachelor is not beans, especially when you can’t actually cook.
Need help with cooking classes ASAP.
How have you guys been?
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