I hate to talk about my day-to-day life, but right now I can’t find a better outlet. I am frustrated. I want to do a lot of things, but my body just can’t cope. I want to write. I have to. Badly. But how can I write when I can’t even think? I feel tired, very tired. I just want to lie down, read a book that doesn’t require any thinking, and sleep. The problem with this is once I succumb to it, I will be very annoyed with myself afterwards. I can’t lead an idyllic life. It doesn’t suit me.
Curse this body. I wish it were stronger. Maybe I should push it further.
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I totally get you!!! There are days when all I want to do is just read a book whole day long and that’s exactly what I’ve been doing for the past 1 week. I’ve finished 3 books the size of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. There are things that I’ve been planning to write about but I just couldn’t bring myself to login to my blog & start writing.
We should do a writers meet up and just go all blazing NaNoWriMo style, but instead of writing 50k or so within a month, we’ll just keep it low at 2k words an hour. How’s that for a thought?
Go to a secluded cafe, sit down, order some drinks, and begin typing for an hour until we hit 2k. The stories will be sh*t at first, but they got to start from somewhere, right?
What do you say, Keti?