It's just a battle. I know what I am doing wrong I read about it all the time and I nod to myself as I read it.. I can't stop procrastinating. I'm writing this and I'm sure I should be doing something else more important.. There you go important to who.
I have reports for work to complete, action lists as well but really is it so important to me.
yes the job pays the bills and I do enjoy doing it when I'm on a roll but wow does it take time to get on the 'roll'. I no sooner get on a bit of a productive streak and it is quickly scuppered. I wouldn't mind but it's not usually other people who distract me how can they when I'm so good at distracting myself.
I want to be more creative and I want to write more. They say writing is like any other skill it just takes practice. Well lets see if I can practice; maybe I can bring a number of things I like into the whole writing experience. As they say watch this space.. I may be back.
Right now I have Writer's Block. I have no idea what to write. Vocabulary is spinning round my crazy brain and mind. Writing/typing whatever comes to mind. I hate this feeling. Normally I'm overwhelmed by all the ideas and inspiration for stories-
My favourite word right now is paradise. Heaven, perfect place. I love the word-creative. It starts with my favourite letter of the alphabet-p. I picked that word because it's one of the best "p" positive words. I love photograohy too-uploading to Instagram. I really want Tumblr too! Just writing whatever I can think of...I'm gonna go get some chips...My paradise would be the beach at sunset, love the pictures and posts online! CALIFORNIA USA would probably be my #1 place to visit after Tokyo, Japan and Paris, France. Maybe even London, England too?!
We're trying. The smoke is clearing, then congealing. The structure is crumbling. I am trying to paint a picture while standing on platforms that are falling and shifting. My brushes tumble. Paint disobeys. Retaliation is futile. The enemy is imaginary. We are trying. We run. We pick up speed. But the flower ladies are drunk and the book advisors can't read. I keep finding myself on this same street. I keep forgetting where I was going. There are too many places to see. My bucket list is on fire, and I'm trying to do everything at once. And something is burning. It pesters our noses. It festers in our houses. It makes contracts with our social networks. We are trying the best that we can. But the clocks keep shifting. Nobody knows what time it is. We are trying. We really are. But the oceans are swallowing our lands. Corporations are creating ointments for our hands. And all our art has turned to sand.
I'm just a normal girl thing of this world to improve.thought, I have failed a lot of times in my life but I have always emerged as a fighter from it .I want to do extraordinary things,I want to fly up high in the skies.I want to feel the air up on the mountain tops where I want to reach.For me sky is not my limit but sky is my destination. I will get up each time I fall and see that I am stronger than before because I learn from my mistakes.
time it the thing which stops for no one. the time is ticking and you have noting to do that feeling is the most frustrating for some people not only for some but for all. we should respect time because once it is gone it is gone for ever and we can just regret and shed tears.so rather than crying on spiled milk think about your present and work because if your present is good your future is definitely good and so will be your past.so start new forget the past and respect time.because time is PRECIOUS than anything in world.