|vintage dress: House of Isla|
Zafra once described writer's block as somewhat like constipation of the brain. Such metaphor is seemingly so appropriate right now for me. For many days now, this post had been saved in blogger's draft and many days I've tried to open it only to save it back. Am as dry as a prune can get! No matter how hard i try to squeeze any creative juice out of my brain, any effort just ends up in vain and am left more frustrated. Days like this makes me miss attending grad school when i used to have a mountainload of readings from semantics to Discourse analysis. But since there are no more deadlines to beat, nor intimidating literature professors, my mind started to laze the day away with mindless tv viewing and lounging. My refashion projects have also accumulated dust alongside with my sewing machine as i have neglected to finish them all up. I blame it on my spontaneity...i got too much of it to the point of being sedentary. I know am speaking in contradictions but it is possible i tell ya. Am so spontaneous in decisions of making no decisions! It doesn't make sense i know but this is as far as my brain could elucidate the thought....hahaha, pardon my inarticulation! I know i gotta do something about it...so i guess i have to pull myself out of this rut and start hitting the books again to oil away corrosion in my brain. Wish me luck my dearies!!!