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ramblings
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Sometimes i'd find myself staring at my notes in despair , hand aching from all that writing and i'd wonder..

Do i really want to write for the rest of my life ? Do i really really want to immerse myself into the crazy world of print journalism filled with deadlines , deadlines and more deadlines ?

I love writing but a short attention span coupled with frequent attacks of the dreaded writer's block reduces me to a moping mess.

Worst still , when writer's block strikes and i have an essay to hand in or even a blog entry to type , i become so frustrated with myself that i start to write gibberish just for the sake of filling up the blank slate .

Only to review it later and realise the amount of crap i've written but yet remain helpless unless if i get blessed with an inspiration which is always elusive whenever i need it most.

I've also noticed that i've been having alot of problems with my grammar and tenses to the point that i get so confused with the correct forms that i have to refer to newspapers just to make sure.

Maybe i should just get married and become a sow.