the dance of the ink riddled fingers

writer’s brick.

Posted in 52 pickup, how was your day? by enisea on 15/08/2012

There.  If there has ever been a time I have felt my writing to be so lack lustre, it is now.  I rather clean my room than write (and that says a lot).  It’s just a little disappointing when you have to conjure up a decent article to fulfill the monthly commitment that you made to write in a very local paper (that you question gets much audience). I’ve sat here for the last three hours chewing this block that writer’s supposedly digest from time to time, re-reading the same 78 words and wanting instead to be a seamstress than an amateur writer.  Here’s hoping that my article doesn’t echo with the fake smiles and awkward pen of a writer who doesn’t feel like writing, who writes anyway of hope. Friends, she’s as dull as a brick today.

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  1. saNdra said, on 16/08/2012 at 9:56 PM

    ahh havent seen ya blog in ages. ><" hope a bubble of sudden insight comes bout. Take care!


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