I write about my life and life itself seen through my eyes for who can write through the experiences of others if not their own?

Wednesday, April 04, 2012


I am experiencing a moment of apathy in my writing.  Apathy might not be the right word for it. I am simply not connecting the ideas with paper.

I am a constant head write. I am always writing in my head, but I am lacking the urge to find pen and paper to write my ideas as they come and, as the smoke rings coming out of a smoker’s mouth, it quickly vanishes into thin air.
I try to recreate that idea, after all it is my idea and I should be able to bring it back. But it never  reaches the level I thought it had when the idea was first born in my convoluted mind and whatever comes after lacks substance or body or it never makes it past two lines.
It will eventually come together like musical notes come to a musician until then I’ll keep writing in my head and scribble some of it in my hand.