Every writer is born with a disease called writer’s block, I believe. Even an amateur like me. This disease is dormant most times, and raises its head once in a while. Reason can be anything – no inspiration, too many ideas flying left, right, and center and remaining in that state forever, boredom, migraine (which has actually made me write poems on migraine), or a crick in the neck that won’t stop bothering you.
I have a feeling that I am inflicted with this disease. I am glad that I will be taking up painting soon, because I also happened to put it up as my final project for school. One way or another, you got to imprint.
See you soon, friends!