Beating Around the Bush
For a couple of weeks now, I have been avoiding writing my short story for my creative writing course. I don’t know why. No, scratch that. I do know why. Normally the ideas take a life of their own and somehow work their way from the tip of my mind to the tips of my fingers onto the keyboard. This time is different though. It’s almost as if my ideas are dead. The drive that pushed up all these creative feelings, long gone. It could be personal things that block my train of thought, or it could be just me blocking my own train of thought.
Because all I want to do nowadays is play, you see. Play guitar, play outside with friends, play online, it’s all the same to me right now. It all spells carelessness. And that, is what I think I want the most right now. To not care.
