Word Constipation

Writer's block really sucks. Getting inspired at the wrong time also sucks, because you can't do anything about it. This is to all the writers out there who has gone through this. 

You feel it.
The thoughts are flowing, the ideas are sparking a fire within your brain & bits and pieces of the sentences are forming.

But.
You're driving.
Or worse - you're in the shower.
Lathered up & soapy and worst of all - without a pen or paper.

You try to hold onto it. 
You wash & dry off as fast as possible & drive quickly BUT safely to your destination and you promise yourself when you sit down you will immediately, IMMEDIATELY regurgitate your thoughts.

You sit down.
You open a Word document. Or a new Note on your phone. Or just flip to a new page in that new notebook you absolutely did NOT have to get.

Nothing. 

You close your eyes, trying your very best to get the words all back. 
The ideas, the flow, that ONE sentence.

But, Nothing.
It doesn't come to you at all.

You're about to lose it. 
YOU WERE SO CLOSE.
You write down a meager sentence, scratch it out or Backspace the hell out of it, and then you sigh.

You close the document, or note, or notebook. 
It'll come back to you, you say.

You get into the car, to get on with your life.
You start driving.

And guess what? 
There it is. 

- SB
5.01pm, 24th January 2016
Artisan HQ


SB is a conflicted soul of sorts, who is mad enough to go chase after what she really loves as opposed to conform to society and her mother's idea of a successful person. She prays she makes it in life, because she will not be able to tolerate the nagging that would follow if she doesn't. Her inspiration comes from everything around her, as well as made up situations in her head. Good luck distinguishing between the two. 

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