Lacking creativity
Apr. 17th, 2003 10:18 amWarning: whine ahead
I have to write something. I must write something today or I'm going to shrivel up, I swear to God! I feel the intense need to say something creative, to write something, anything but for days, nothing will come, nothing has come, and my brain is too muddled do anything about it.
ARGH!
I hate this lull. It's starting to make me nuts. They're so... quiet! When the voices are active, talking over each other, I go nuts from the noise. When they are just vaguely there (as they were at first) they keep me company. I think I just realized that they are quiet again and every time that happens, I just... want to crawl out of my skin or something because I feel so... blank. empty. devoid of ... devoid of...
New plant popped up over night... tiny green poking out. That's 5 of the original, 0 of the new six. From now on, note the original six are in green pots, the 6 red/new are in terra cotta pots. Might help in reference until they flower and I can tell by colour what's going on.
Bland ramblings, I realize, but I had to get out frustrations of... DEVOIDness
I have to write something. I must write something today or I'm going to shrivel up, I swear to God! I feel the intense need to say something creative, to write something, anything but for days, nothing will come, nothing has come, and my brain is too muddled do anything about it.
ARGH!
I hate this lull. It's starting to make me nuts. They're so... quiet! When the voices are active, talking over each other, I go nuts from the noise. When they are just vaguely there (as they were at first) they keep me company. I think I just realized that they are quiet again and every time that happens, I just... want to crawl out of my skin or something because I feel so... blank. empty. devoid of ... devoid of...
New plant popped up over night... tiny green poking out. That's 5 of the original, 0 of the new six. From now on, note the original six are in green pots, the 6 red/new are in terra cotta pots. Might help in reference until they flower and I can tell by colour what's going on.
Bland ramblings, I realize, but I had to get out frustrations of... DEVOIDness