I have been staring at the infinite space since morning today.
I had a paper to turn in.
For which I cancelled my work and all my other plans.
The outcome of freeing my space was, freeing and or emptying of my mind too!
And all I have at the end of day is, one blank page.
Wondering what I did all day?
Read some pages again. (Fiction though.)
Ate junk food.
Wondered and wandered some more.
Wrote a few words, or to say few lines.
Didn’t like it.
Didn’t like anything.
Watched stand up comedies on the Internet.
Wrote some more, paragraphs and pages this time.
Hated it even more.
Trashed it directly, this time.
Munched on a bar of chocolate.
Thought and over thought.
Made weird faces.
Clicked pictures in those weird faces.
Thought of writing it all over again.
Wrote- erased- ate- drank (drinks changed since the evening.)
Hated myself and turned off my computer.
Went back to my novel reading in the night.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow and tomorrow.
I think it will creep with its own petty pace..
But nothing happens even tomorrow.
I give up finally, and write whatever comes to me, and submit a paper, which I am really unhappy with! So much for trying to become a writer?