If I could write I probably wouldn't be here. I would be writing films or songs, scripts or screenplays. But I can't. Maybe I can. We'll find out. When I do write, eventually, it'd be about cinema. Or my view of the medium. I'd write films that tug at your heartstrings. Cinema that moves you, gets you on the edge of the seat...and throws you off balance. I would write I'm stuck when I am. I'm stuck. Probably in a rut. It's a mundane existence. Or maybe just existential angst. Or maybe it isn't. I would write abstract things, which make no sense. But I like abstractions. I'm stuck. If I could write this wouldn't be happening to me. If I could write, I'd probably have written something last night. But I played poker and got wasted instead. If I could write I'd write from the heart. I'm stuck. I must be hungover. I'm dehydrated. But at least I'm honest. That's what I want to write. In all honesty, If I could write, I'd write a diary, which I always wanted to. But my brain cells are dead. And struggling right now. And I have no memoirs. But I have memories. And I'm stuck. If I could write, I'd write about people. Or as I see them. I like observing people. And it's probably THE ONE thing I enjoy the most. If I could, I would. And I hope I can. I can read. I can hear. If only I could write I wouldn't be here. But I am and I am writing. It seems I'm stuck. I would write a blog, which I've just signed up for. I will write about the films that I've seen. And give an opinion from my point of view. It may seem like a rant to some. But it'd mean I can write.
p.s. I had to write "I'm stuck" each time I got stuck. Too early to call it WRITER'S BLOCK I reckon!
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