for the sake of it
of being inspired by feeling uninspired
My mind has been finding things to write about. I’ve scrolled back and forth on my draft to see which underdeveloped idea can be brought back from the depths of thought limbo. I even consulted ChatGPT for ideas. I don’t know how many prompts that platform has suggested for me to write and form complete ideas. Yet… nothing.
It’s worse than a writer’s block, I think. There are so many ideas (rough ones, though), feelings, life occurrences, and people coming and going that I thought I should have more than enough things to write about. Yet again… nothing.
It’s frustrating to the nth degree. Writing for the sake of writing. Writing to flush out the anger of not being able to bring ideas to light. Writing to scratch that itch. Writing in hoping that by writing something, I’d suddenly have a rush of some form of adrenaline that lets me empty my drafts. God, I wish this drought passes soon.
Thank you for reading, trust no one, and see you in the next post.
