Unwilling to write anything, its pathetic.
The worst part is that it's for no good reason. The only one that comes to mind is laziness, and that's never a good reason for anything.
I'd blame it on the issues in my life, but then I'd be exposing myself. And we can't have that can we? It would also make it sound like I'm whining. And that would be unacceptable wouldn't it?
The reason doesn't change the fact that I am in fact, stagnant. No movement in this brain as far as writing goes, and it really is sad.
I catch myself in moments at times, in the car. Or in the bathtub. Or even in places as peculiar as long winded stories being told by someone I'm not too fond of.
But I catch myself thinking of an idea or a story. I find myself passionately thinking it over and giving all of my creative energy in that moment. But something normally happens that knocks my top off of its axis. A conversation, a joke, or an argument.
...and I forget what I wanted to write about.
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