I'm trying to write a story at the moment, but I have a problem.
A normal person would make the subject of this second line the problem, and then hang a long explanation no one reads onto it. I don't do that. You know what I do?
Just what I'm doing now: pull you through the text - line 4, and still no resolution. God, I feel like I'm impersonating one of those "how-to" blogs...
Here's the fucked up thing: I like writing, I think about it all day; but I can't get down to it. Like I'm trying to measure out a neat teaspoon of sugar left handed. Nope too much, ah shit too little, back into the sugar pot, too much again.
This's the problemo. My cup of coffee is not going to get made unless I start saying "fuck it, I'll have a little less sugar today," etc. But there is an antithesis. Writing is an act of ego, it has got to be your way, just the way you want it, and no other - I'll write that in the voice it deserves: it has to be my way, just the way I want it, and no one else's.
So poo you!
(his words on the screen said to him)
