Written

I hate to admit it, as I do most things that involve admitting, but I miss writing – in all its forms, and even including those rush thesis school essays done mere hours before deadlines on unnatural levels of caffeine.

I would always start those about the same way, wait for the very last minute to get that adrenaline pumping, make a playlist, go make a snack – watch a little TV – refocus, change the music playlist and read the course assignement. 12pages? Twelve?

Fuck.

I would always cure blank page syndrome by typing furiously the lyrics of whatever was playing. Somehow that always worked for me.

My design ethos is highly dependant on the philosophy Na Na Na na what the hell is ADD, my friends say I should act my age, What’s my age again? Na Na.. of the narrative perspective.

I even had a Fan Fic phase, made a story based off the popular series ER, had followers eventually gave it up after an impressive (relative to my ability to stick to things) amount of chapters.

Now I write emails. Well formulated, correct office etiquette pieces of un-originality.

Good Afternoon Mr Sponge,

It will be my pleasure to pretend to be a nice person while I assist you on this mundane task that you could have done yourself.

Please advise, Fake compliments & Kind Regards.

And as much as I whine about not writing, it seems I am completely uninspired (unless I am trying to sleep.), drawing me to the conclusion that I must by definition be getting old. That’s an unpleasant thought.

I’m just losing my connection with ‘it’ as I’m not forced to it anymore, and honestly, brain let’s sit down an hour a week and type completely politically incorrect stuff for our own pleasure. Well at least till Honney Boo Boo comes back on TV, then we’re back to that.