Writer's block

Today I have become a true writer. I have experienced...WRITER'S BLOCK. Wow. OK, so clearly I'm writing so how can this be possible? But I like writing so I'm pretty much winging it here. Do not expect great things of this read.

Once before I have come across this phenomenon. It was year 7. End of year exams. English. And at the top of the paper: 'Write a story.'

Duh duh duh!!!

So much expectation in those three words. I can't just write a story on demand. I'm an artist, damn it! So in a daze I picked up my pen and began: 

'I was in an English exam...'

Write what you know. And I knew that I was getting an A, so hell...I wrote it. A dazzling adventure that began with my main character (me) not knowing what to write and culminated in her-me getting top marks for a paper she couldn't remember writing. Child prodigy I'm sure you'll agree. And not cocky at all.

And now here it is again, except this time I don't have to write anything. I just want to,even though I have nothing to say. Art (if that's what this self-indulgent chatter can be called) is full of bullshit anyway. I'm just adding to it.

The thing is though, I actually have a lot I want to say. Before starting this, I began blogs about travelling, my sisters, the word 'organic.' Fear not, you may get these blogs at some point in the future but they are not for today. I'm saving my sisters embarrassment for some special occasion (there's a wedding and an 18th birthday this year so watch out ladies); I always want to write about travelling so I won't bore you with my obsession with holidays; and as for the word organic, the only thing you need to know is that if it is used to describe anything that I cannot buy at a supermarket, I don't want to hear it: dance people this is a message for you. The word is wanky. 

I'm basically assuming if you are reading this, you are:

a) very lucky

b) someone I know/know on Facebook

Which means I must avoid offending people I like and being too emotional about stuff. I suppose I don't mind (a small amount of ) emotion in other people, but I find it unforgivable in myself. This is a problem I need to get over, not least because it gives me significantly less writing material. And hey, a rare outpouring might be quite entertaining for you. 

But for now, please forgive this blog about nothing. I can only play the writer's block card once, so now is the time. Next time I'll tell you about my first love or something. 

Or something it is.