Quotes.

“Prowling about the rooms, sitting down, getting up, stirring the fire, looking out the window, teasing my hair, sitting down to write, writing nothing, writing something and tearing it up…” —Charles Dickens

I love this, I don't know how many times I doddle on other things just to write something I didn't like, tore it up,and possibly throw it my sisters room hoping no one finds out. Honestly I hate my work, and I don't like talking about my self ( producing this crappy blog) Writing to me has been hard especially when I don't know what to pull out of the mess of wires I call a brain. Trying to draw inspiration from anything I can I walk and walk and don't know what to do, sometimes it feels like an idea is there then leaves my mind just to taunt me.