For some odd, ambitious reason when I decide that I would like to come out of my must-have-a-perfect-draft-before-i-publish shell, I have the slightest tendency to pick my brain for the greatest sounding vocabulary, phrases and witty puns to get the readers going. That tendency however, may come off as pretentious and my whole hours work is plainly grandiloquent garbage awaiting the virtual trash can if I don’t get the comments or sufficient likes I planned to endeavor. Well what do you know ey ? Trying to enlighten people you don’t know. How daring.
So what if it is 12am or thereabouts and in 8 hours time I’d be trying not to doze off due to the soporific effect that most teachers have when they do their job. Writer’s block, mental block, mind fuck. What ever you want to call it; it will always come out on top of every list. Most writers are as articulate as a fourteen year old girl five minutes after a three year hostage ordeal. My point being; writers are writers because the English language makes more sense to them in black and white text. Not to mention that most are loners by choice and their speech is inaudible babble that can’t seem to decipher between what they think and what they feel.
Keeling over my beechwood desk with my only source of light being a lamp with way to much voltage, has made me slither slowly into oblivion
This is the end of the road I guess. My eyes are twitching now as my brain flickers, reminiscent of my previous writer’s block post. I now continue to write because I have another tiring tendency to finish an A4 side of paper if I am close to it. Bloody writers block for fuc