This Is How I'm Productive

Sometimes I really don’t like writing.  I don’t want to make up mediocre stories, I don’t want to face the lack of creative inspiration that is writer’s block, and I don’t want to watch people summon fake smiles to tired faces, pretending to enjoy my pieces.  I don’t want to put up with other writers or hear about how immensely talented they consider themselves to be.  The endless narcissism that so often accompanies these liberal art-y types is exhausting, irritating, and definitely a mood damper. 

I do enjoy reading.  I enjoy big words, I enjoy getting lost in a book, and every now and again, when a particularly marvelous stroke of genius comes to my pathetically tired brain, I love writing my own little stories.  However, this is not always the case.  Right now, for example.  Right now I would love to be at home, passed out on my couch, getting much needed sleep.  But this is the real world, where you don’t always get what you want.  So when life gives you lemons, you make fcking peanut butter ice-cream and leave those downer-realists wondering how the hell you accomplished it. 

The non-existent point of this story is that I am having an immensely tough time thinking of something to write about.  So live long and prosper children, I wish you luck with your life.  I’m going to go take a nap.

love Sierra