ugh!!! er!!! i m pulling out my hair. i m tossing and turning in my bed. annoyed and extremely irritated i sit, feel itchy, jump on a chair and then start rotating it. weeeeeeeeee what fun! jumping around the room and hitting myself into a bed, the piano, the bean bag. going crazy beyond my abnormal limits. i hate …i hate ..and i hate
want to smash it, hit it and break the wall. a glass wall? i totally want to break it into tiny little pieces that would look like glittering stars spread wildly on the ground.
ah what relief it would give me…
all i can manage to write down or so to say bring on this white box are these dots “…………………………..”
and so long time back, when i was confronted with a yet another horrible phase of writer’s block i ended up writing the following:
curtains down, a loud applause echoes, and the lights fade out…