Hello everyone.
No , I am not really back as yet for my health is really affected, and so are my creative nodes which are blocked for some reasons. I could tossed the hammer up it but I doubt Thor will appreciate the s*** I dragged out. Yes, I watched Thor; Ragnarok......I won't comment here for I am a reader of the comic and this one.... deserved to be kicked on the butt.
I have also been working my butt off some projects last quarter. The last quarter of 2017 have been fruitful in terms of works but the pain that came from it was unbearable at times. I wished there was Viagra version for work pumping. It would have helped instead of 'Deep Heat' for the flesh.
For that, with the fatigue, and I have been resting from the writing, and with no creative flow its has been frustrating. I tried to get back in the hours spent yield nothing as yet. I read some books for ideas and none came as yet, or none remained fixed for ideas.
But the day I do give up writing when I stopped breathing.
So I am pushing to pen whatever I have. It was something taught to me by another writer; never stop and if you have to, pen down a word or line to keep the works going. I guess I am doing it here now.
I have a long list of tales uncompleted and its my resolution to do it this year by the first quarter.
Now let me watch the latest version of Murder on the Oriental Express. I wonder how it fared against the 1974 version with Albert Finney as the lead.
Cheers
Creative writing is more of a compulsion to engage with yourself in a world of words, ideas, imagery. There are moments of hot exultation or prickly exasperated yet victorious expostulation when at last comes the right word, the rhyme that works or can yield surprise and pleasure. Thank you for sharing my engagement into those words. .
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