Current mood:

frustrated

NOT HAPPY!
I am frustrated in the extreme. I cannot seem to focus on any written work. There is no flow.

Of course most folks are so bloody sick of hearing me whine about how much I suck as a writer that I’ve managed to alienate anyone who did care, and just when – thanks to my decision to quit smoking – I could really use some helpful advice on writing without being under the influence.

I quit smoking so I could stay home and write. Now that I’ve do so, I am finding I can’t write. I KNOW deep down that cigarette’s don’t control my creative process, and that I am better off without them, still, when I sit down to write, I find that something (the cigarettes) is completely lacking. I sit frozen like an idiot, writing is short incoherent sentences, and repeating myself ad-nausea until some how I manage to eek out a point, or, at least I hope I do. Though most often, I feel that it’s literally a waste of my, and the readers time.

And…that was it. That’s all I’ve got. I can’t even fucking concentrate long enough to write two hundred words without having to get up and walk away.

To hell with the dead coffee pot, this ‘really’ sucks donkey balls.