It sucks when reality hits you, you're mopping at the screen of your computer, biting your nails, playing with the food on your plate, doing something "not quite right" and your mind just wanders into hyper-existence, you know the land where sugar monkeys play with magical elves and akara balls made out of palm oil actually are hot and sweet not savoury and then out of no where in the midst of your hyper-existence, something hits you like a huge organic chemistry book and you're back to reality and everything suddenly makes sense!
I NO LONGER HAVE "IT". You know the zeal, the "ladida" to write, to construct meaningless words and turn them into stories, to tell what I have seen what I know, its like some higher power is punishing me for being a lazy bum and not writing when I had the chance and now I don't have it anymore.
I came to this realization after reading other peoples' blogs, they're some fantastic writers out there that would get me kicked out of university if am not careful cos all I do is follow their lives, their blogs, and read the replies from their "acquintances" who also have blogs and who also tell lovely tales of their lives, and I have absolutely nothing, I have lost the ability to take words and mix them in a bowl and make delicious reads out of them. I might have lost pun, humour, sarcasm and what have you! But if I have all those precious gifts, what exactly have I gained?
Is there a lesson to be learnt?
does anyone like know????