Let me tell you something funny about me.
I'm a writer. I write. It's what I do.
Yet any time there is pen and paper in front of me, any time I am at the computer, or even near it, I cannot think of a single thing worth writing down. It's as if all of my brain processes just stop. And the second that I step away, all of my thoughts come rushing. All of these things that I think, they only coem out of the woodwork when they know that they cannot be written down anywhere.
My bastard thought process. It's like a sick form of torture, really.
But recently I have figured out a way to send a big "fuck you" to my brain and I have started texting my thoughts to myself. I only hope that I don't catch on to what I am doing.