Hullo-tom-bombadillo!
Gosh, I haven't write much these days! I read, I think but I never bother to jot down every detail. Everything is 'written' into my newly acquired iPhone 4 (which I named Padme, there will be a story on it).
Yeah, I realized that my writing skill is rusty. I have hard times to think and write; sources are always there to inspire. But there are times when you just can't write. There are also times where you simply feel not to write at all. I am starting to feel ti become my own victim of complacency and laziness.
Tight schedule? Not really. In fact, I could write hundreds of short articles on many subjects these three weeks. No ideas? I have lots of ideas. Lack of spirit? Perhaps, this is it. Spent most of my times with family and friends, shopping, snapping photos and planning for vacations as well as sparking flirts across girls could affect my spirit. My energy is channelled to other needs, I think. I haven't had sex for a long time. I think I need a partner. Hahaha. Just kidding.
Gosh, I haven't write much these days! I read, I think but I never bother to jot down every detail. Everything is 'written' into my newly acquired iPhone 4 (which I named Padme, there will be a story on it).
Yeah, I realized that my writing skill is rusty. I have hard times to think and write; sources are always there to inspire. But there are times when you just can't write. There are also times where you simply feel not to write at all. I am starting to feel ti become my own victim of complacency and laziness.
Tight schedule? Not really. In fact, I could write hundreds of short articles on many subjects these three weeks. No ideas? I have lots of ideas. Lack of spirit? Perhaps, this is it. Spent most of my times with family and friends, shopping, snapping photos and planning for vacations as well as sparking flirts across girls could affect my spirit. My energy is channelled to other needs, I think. I haven't had sex for a long time. I think I need a partner. Hahaha. Just kidding.
To sit and write require efforts and rituals. I used to take a shot of scotch to kick start, but being sober I no longer need that. I must have my puffs. I must have coffee. I must tuned to smooth music because pop could make me jump. I need to concentrate. I need to prepare stuff to write beforehand; charts, graphics or anecdotes to support my entries.
Sometimes, even these couldn't help me to write.
I used to write short stories at school. I used to draw comic strips. I am adept of altering storyline to better suit mine's. I used to write exciting entries (even explicit ones) that were well-criticized. I am losing the touch. I need the torch to find the missing touch.
Sometimes, even these couldn't help me to write.
I used to write short stories at school. I used to draw comic strips. I am adept of altering storyline to better suit mine's. I used to write exciting entries (even explicit ones) that were well-criticized. I am losing the touch. I need the torch to find the missing touch.
Oh yes, in this midst yet I'm happy for some reasons. I found a new friend, cheeky and ever be there for me to do many things and to quarrel intellectually. I have a new son named Dylus The Croc, much to the delight of my elder son, Crocchy The Croc. I got my white Padme, bla bla bla… and the list goes longer than I planned.
Sorry for being so preposterous. See, this in fact is a beginning to write more entries for this month! Hallelujah!
Sorry for being so preposterous. See, this in fact is a beginning to write more entries for this month! Hallelujah!
