There are days…

When I enjoy this shifting little scribbles around on the page, on the screen, and feel like it’s good practise and all that. It gets easier, it gets better, I’m not struggling over every single fucking letter. And there are days, like today, when it feels as though everything I haven’t got to say, goes round and round the interior of my skull, which is a whole lot of nothing, it’s raining, it’s dull, and I am torn between the desire to tell a tale, and the want to lie back, be a lazy fucker and just read one instead.

Of course I haven’t really gotten off my arse at all since this morning, when I hung out the washing, and a day full of fuck all, only adds to the problem. I’m bored, I’m uninterested, I’m lacking in the energy to be bothered with anything… including writing in this fucking blog, by the way.


~ by Gethin A. Lynes on September 6th, 2008.

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