Am I ever going to overcome my writer's block?
Tag: creative writing
New Year, New Decade
The Significance It's the last day of the year and also just happens to be the last of the decade. This does feel quite a bit more significant than other new years. I was alive for the last decade turn, and even remember a little bit of it. My parents threw a party, and I … Continue reading New Year, New Decade
A Writer With No Writing
People keep telling me to write, as if it's just that easy. And my uncle tells me to be brave as if it's a thing you can just be. I know that I want to be a writer, but I find it so hard to just put pen to paper... or I guess finger tips … Continue reading A Writer With No Writing
My Notes App
My notes app is full of gold Half formed stories untold Unfinished thoughts regurgitated A wandering mind looking to be creative My notebooks are all half empty Unfulfilled promises to myself About my health, about my mind About the ways in which I’ll spend my time My commitments are elsewhere Never in the places I … Continue reading My Notes App
It’s Been a While… | Semi-Employed
I haven't written here in a while. Partially because of writer's block, partially because of laziness, and partially because of a busy schedule. Why is my schedule so busy you may ask? Well, because I got a job!!!! Do not fear! I will still be writing here! I mean, I pay for it, so why … Continue reading It’s Been a While… | Semi-Employed
Writer’s Block
Why aren’t I blind yet? The whiteness staring back at me surely should have seared my irises by now. Maybe I’m dead. They do say that you see a bright white light at the end. That would explain the complete absence of thought that I have been nursing for the past hour. I should try … Continue reading Writer’s Block
Nothing Left
This is a sad one about losing motivation. Oooh yeah!
Am I Stuck?
Noticing the indent in the mattress in the shape of my body as I rise to the door The foam isn’t memory, just a representation of the mental state of me My voice echoes the creak of the wood under my feet Before the floor eveng gets a chance to speak Activities of the day … Continue reading Am I Stuck?
Brain Fog
Like a fog spreading from temple to temple Attempts to break through are painful Seems pointless, this search for the motivation Picking and mining and coming up empty Unsure of what it means, exhaustion or complacens Sadness or complete resignation Is it worth forcing to move forward Is there a different feeling I should be … Continue reading Brain Fog
Untitled Found on my Dead Tumblr Page
Found this on my old dead writing tumblr. Not bad.
Semi-Employed 