I could’ve already filled up an entire 100-page, 7in by 9in notebook in half a year with every idea I can think about writing. Unfortunately, I neither have a pen-and-paper set at hand to immediately write any idea that pops into mind, or a tape recorder when I have my monologues (disclaimer: I usually have my monologues in my room, and when I’m alone in the house. Otherwise, I have monologues inside my head. I’m 100% sane.)
76 words already, and I haven’t even written anything that’s sensible enough to count as a blog (now it’s 92).
There are just some unfortunate moments, when we are all filled with ideas, but don’t have the resources at hand to actually put them in an actualizing medium. Happens to me a lot. Then when the time comes that you actually remember what you’re supposed to write about, you don’t have enough words to delve on that topic, and end up jumping to another subject. Writer’s block? I’d say, unfortunate circumstance.
Okay, I’m not really making sense here. Might as well stop, and devote myself to a more productive activity. Something that I haven’t been given the luxury of doing and sustaining for even just a few hours a day: sleep.