My gut tells me I should write something.
But now isn't the best time. I woke up with a headache that a paracetamol couldn't make go away. It's the sort that starts from the back of your head and just keeps on pressing forward. My eyes feel like bulging.
Also, where do I start? As always, I have scraps of paragraphs and half-baked thoughts littering both my head and my notebook. At least two of them, I can conceivably start writing down here, but frankly, they're still missing that one thing that would tie everything all together.
And that's what it's all about now, is it? Everything tied up, nice bow and all. Maybe it's my writing style, or maybe it's the demands of the world we live in, but I find it difficult to publish something that's half-baked. Like, all I have are drafts, and nobody wants a clearly messy thing when they can have something that wows from the get-go. Tell me something about the world that no one has ever told me about, if we're to be fantastic.
That's all I have, really. I just followed my gut. "Write something." My headache isn't going away soon, so what do I do about that?
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