Road to Awesomeness

Staring at the screen while squeezing the dried material of what makes my brain makes my head felt voider than ever. I am still battling this never ending war against this so-called writer’s block.

But in the first place, am I a writer, or just someone who pretends to love playing with words? 

Or am I just a great procrastinator?

When inspiration hits me, I always find excuses to delay in writing down those beautiful ideas that was juggling inside my head. 

There are also times when I am full of energy to write but I have nothing to bleed. 

I may even bleed to death without writing anything fruitful.

Like now.

This led me to believe that writer’s block and procrastinating are relatives if not the same whole damn thing.

How can I overcome this? Join workshop for writers? Or attend counselings for procrastinators?

Either ways, I believe that it is still not the answer. It requires a whole lot of creativity and discipline. 

It needs a whole lot of craziness, loneliness and whole lot of other emotions that should well and burst inside you. 

Yes, somebody should burst first before ever going to start writing. 

It will cost your sanity.

And your normal life.

Because procrastinating is so normal. So is lack of discipline. 

Lacking of those means you are terribly awesome.

And I am still toiling in the road of awesomeness.

Someday, I will be awesome. An awesome somebody. Isn’t that awesome?

Right now, I am just a crazy lunatic, writing horrible writings.

(It is better to be redundant to clear the point rather than confuse everyone with a terrible oxymoron) 

And turn them into morons by letting them read this awful writing.

Anyway, nobody’s sane in here, because we’re all mad here.

'Being natural is simply a pose, and the most irritating pose I know.' (Oscar Wilde)