Wandering Mind

This is your brain on drugs.

It happens to the best of us. In my case, it happens all too often. No, I’m not talking about the worldwide phenomenon that is Facebook stalking. That is a problem for another day. Although, you can Facebook stalk me any day if you are a clinically sane female with above average beauty. Instead, I am here today to discuss the dreadful state of writers block.

Staring at the blinking vertical cursor on your LCD monitor can be a dreadful experience. As the hours past on by, you feel inept, and incapable of forming anything of interest with the English language that you thought you knew so well.

It’s been harder to focus on anything as of late. Perhaps I am distracted by the vibrancy of Hong Kong’s cosmopolitan culture or the enchanting female friends that have been keeping me company. Whatever the case may be, a writer experiencing writer’s block is as terrible as the idea of punching a baby in the face. Even if it’s an accident you would feel horrible if you popped a baby square in the face. Even the ugly ones. It’s almost like a sucker punch really, because no baby expects to be popped in the face. They don’t even have the logic to comprehend what a punch is.

I also wrote about punching babies as filler. Well, I guess writing about writer’s block, when I have writer’s block stopped me from having writer’s block. I bet you have an image of what its like to punch a baby right now. I apologize for that. Also, don’t think of pink elephants. Would you stop thinking about punching babies already?

See how my mind wanders?

Now if you will excuse me, I need to go “rock n’ roll all night and party everyday”.