May 12
Why is it that when I’m at work, busy, with barely enough time to catch my breath much less anything else, do I feel that I could sit and write something? And why, when I’m at home with all the time in the world, do I sit down to write something only to feel about as creative as the average tree stump?
May 15th, 2006 at 3:53 pm
What is this strange thing you refer to as “all the time in the world?”
May 17th, 2006 at 2:31 pm
Well, maybe not all the time in the world, but it is frustrating…I sit down at home and it’s like the ideas evaporate as I reach for the keyboard. I sit there, trying to make the creative process happen, and all that comes out of that is that I sit there feeling more and more like an inarticulate clod with every second that passes. :-)