Lately I've been keeping my eyes open, my ears to the ground, and a pen in hand. For some reason my brain isn't working yet the way I want it, the way it used to run. I guess I'm still chugging along, processing .
Enjoy this insomniac's reflection.
*picture is originally from http://pelfind.com/photo/60593p1396066/creative-surreal-photography-by-anja-stiegler
03/06/2014 (Thursday)- An Insomniac’s Reflection
It’s an affliction. One can never tell when or where one might pick it up (from a drink, from a friend, or even from a book). I’ve found that mine has been with me the past few nights as I took it upon myself to keep digging for stories.
Stories that would generate “likes,” to feed my secret vanity as a writer.
Stories that would be unique enough to inspire, to tickle, or maybe even cry.
As the sun rises, yet again, I find myself empty-handed.
And I wonder staring at an empty blank page.
Where have my stories gone?