May 13th, 2011

general: no idea

Nemesis

 (you know, besides peanutbutter-chocolate cookies and alarm clocks)

How I loathe a blank page of paper. Whether its intended purpose is a research report, a heartfelt e-mail (I was going to say 'letter', but who writes those anymore anyway?), a blog entry or a piece of fiction. I wish my thoughts could just transform themselves into words, expressing exactly what I'm trying to say. Oh, hi aphasia.

(And then, just as importantly, be finished and sent off. Maybe then the Drafts folder of my e-mail program and the WiP one on my hard drive weren't overflowing.)