My adventure, my goal, my dream was, once, to be a witty reporter of some of the atrocious things I spot. Whether it be retarded character development in stereotypical horror movies or the green lumpy things in my soup earlier tonight that decided to, literally, walk away. Still, I’m neither funny, nor dedicated enough to be a ‘blogger’ or a ‘journalist’ of any sort. (and thank heavens for that!) Still, I’m at a loss for what I should write. Usually, a story line will leap into my head but for two reasons, that does not seem to be a viable option.
.1. I seem to be bashing any idea in my head because I like to attack clichés now, even though that also happens to be what I like to write.
.2. Don’t you people know of NaNoWriMo? Well, if you do - my reason is to save any interesting hardcore plots for that. For those of you who are clueless to the sport/art of writing, it’s National Novel Writing Month in November where the goal is to create a story within the month.
So what do I write? Do I criticize humanity for my birthday wishes? I think not. I do enough of that as it is. Hoomanz = phail… and not just because you can read what I just wrote.
As bored out of my mind as I am, I just can’t think of any creative solutions… can you?
