Write down the interior monologue you experience when you sit down to write:

Writing, writing, writing. More coffee before I start writing. Black, strong in owl mug. Now be Ernest Hemmingway, No. Be witty yet profound. Look at that snow falling up. Daylight brewed with wind carrying that frozen water up up up. Snow just. Everywhere.

Wait, lukewarm coffee blank page. More coffee before I start writing. Brewed black, strong, so windy. Now think of something, anything: Dinosaur and Jesus coffee mugs. Okay. Something. Now be articulate and meaningful.

“But I guess the point is that cold coffee is rather foul yet it’s worth it when you know that if Jesus shaves the mistake is reversible. Kicking someone in the face is not reversible”

Well, that is something? That one word, no, all of the words need to be just. Better. Come on. Words stuck in my head. Mewling Mewling Mewling. Stuck. Stop it. There seem to be crumbs everywhere. Wait, cold coffee scanty words. Mewling. More coffee before I start writing.

642 Things To Write About

“The writer should seek his reward in the pleasure of his work and in release from the burden of his thoughts; and, indifferent to aught else, care nothing for praise or censure, failure or success”.

- W. Somerset Maughan

642 posts to come of amateur snippets of creative writing!
Or more like 6 posts... because let us be real I am a very non-disciplined individual and a [very skilled] procrastinator who rebels against all resolutions and to-do lists.