It’s right to write,
But it’s such a plight.
To exercise your imagination
And find that you have no inspiration.
Searching for prompts across the net
And finding nothing but your own regret.
Why did I start this stupid blog?
Why is is my brain acting like a dying frog?
The interweb has some cool ideas,
But all I can think about are cheese quesadillas.
I’m beginning to resent this trivial task.
Could it be that my writing is just a mask?
Did I create a false appearance?
Of creativity and literary perseverance?
Perhaps I will call it a day
And try to write my frustrations away.
Hey everyone! As you can tell, my first post of 2017 did not come without a great deal of struggle. All I could think about was complaining about the fact I had to write a post… I have some good news though! I am already making plans for my next blog post. It will be a personal challenge that will hopefully yield amusing results!
Wish me luck!