Ten hours, fourteen cups of tea and a stack of pancakes later…

So I’ve been trying to write something in this little grey box all frigging day. Seriously ALL FRIGGING DAY. And then it hit me. The problem. The problem is this:

I have no life.

How can i write anything in a blog when nothing happens to me to stimulate the old creative juices?

But it goes deeper, oh yes.

If i were to actually have a life, then i wouldn’t have the time to write this stuff.

It’s a circle dilemma!!! What is a boy to do?

After passing my driving test in the same week we burnt effigies of revolutionaries while munching on parkin and staying up till four in the morning and thinking something profound about the way the dawn of the new day brought with it the dawn of a new era of American politics all preceded by nights out in Manchester to celebrate something about dead people and pumpkins, I’m feeling a little empty of creativity.

I spent the past week writing a short story but I’m not too sure i want to post it here anymore. I’m feeling artistic insecurity. It’s could just be crap, although deep down I’m actually pretty proud of it.

Here’s to Sunday!

~ by valaroso on November 8, 2008.