I’m terrified of the thought of not being able to write. To be a struggling artist with a perpetual writer’s block. This is what happens when I’m in such a deep hole of procrastination and have tasks to complete that I just don’t have the drive to finish. I consistently get sidetracked, and ideas spark that make me want to create, but more often than not I’m not really inspired when surrounded by books about Latin American history.
“I could do that in 5 minutes.” - A, observing a pretty abstract portrait in a shop window on Young St. It doesn’t mean more, the longer it takes to do. Because when I have a particular idea, I want to expand on it as fast as possible. 10 minutes and a few properly placed chords, and I have a song.
But regardless, I write about anything. It may not always be good, but I can say: today, I created something. And I never want to lose that.