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I may not have the flair for writing, but I have the interest; Like a magnet, it’s either I repel or attract; Dream big, but start small; you laugh at me, but then, I’ll laugh WITH you, just so to make you confused; Colors and words are used to express, to create; I like describing things, but never romanticizing; anything blank is my canvas, so beware;mechanical pencils and blue pens are, awesome; exam periods are not only hazardous to my health, but the condition of my room too;I wanna go snowboarding and skiing so badly, I can feel the snow between my fingers; swirls, twirls and curls; a collection of hardcore fantasy, little bits of sci-fi and classics; laughing IS a form of an antidote, so let’s guffaw and giggle; all things shiny or turquoise-ish, proves to be a distraction; SLEEP, is essential;sketching and drawing is enjoyable.These are SOME of my quirks and my perks, so welcome to Rebecca’s world, where all things are loud, vibrant and hopefully, inspiring (;

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Nibbling.

They say you can’t force yourself to write, when you have absolutely nothing to write about.

My problem isn’t knowing what to write, but rather how to phrase my thoughts into words. To adequately string it together to form a coherent and comprehensible sentence, to allow readers to understand and express the same sentiments as I am going through.

How am I going to do that though, when I can’t even understand the thoughts that are constantly bombarding me so that they could be heard?

I hate it when there’s writer’s block. It gets so agitating that the more that I’ve tried to get rid of it, the more it strengthens and builds itself infront of me, looming, foreboding, but all in all, so darn irritating.

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Maybe I just cant write anymore.
Posted by Beckie at 7:17 AM

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