Why is it so hard to start?
There are many thoughts swirling about in my head. I know what I want. I know what I have to put in. I know what is required. I know how it should be like. And I know how to apply the finishing touches to it.
But damn, I just do not know how to start.
Writing, that is.
No, beginning with ‘Dear Diary…’ will not work.
Maybe I should enrol myself in a writer’s workshop. There are plenty, but I have hardly the time for that now.
Heck, that is what I always complain about. No time, no time. In fact, I can very rarely be persuaded to step out of the house on weekends – they have increasingly become a luxury to me. Two days of pigging out and doing absolutely nothing.
At least we were assured of term breaks every few months or so, when we were still in school. But now… tough luck.
If I were in a comic book, you would see multiple exclamation and question marks littered atop my head, accompanied by black, gloomy clouds. And of course, with a very dazed look on my face to go with it too.
I need to do some catching up. Somebody tell me what are the latest songs on the radio, because I keep hearing the same old songs whenever I tune in while driving home from work.
I mean.. eh? Why do I keep hearing Simple Plan (or is it Good Charlotte? I swear I can never differentiate between them two) and Jessica Simpson for the past few months? Or have I been listening to the wrong radio station?
Can I not have something to light up the mundane life that I lead now? Something really exciting happening at work (I am pretty numb to news by now) – a coffee machine that churns out free coffee 24/7, for instance. Winning the lottery, perhaps. Get free music CDs. Watching all episodes of Lost and 24 at one go, instead of having to periodically miss an episode sometime or another.
See, my requests are so simple, and yet they do not happen.
The solution for now, I think, is to have install a CD player in the car.
Oh my, the sales carnival is ending soon.