I have a major case of writer’s block as of late. I don’t know what to talk about yet the world speaks of so much to speak about. The shooting of young black men by the police. Riots. The crazy outbreak of Ebola in Africa. Or rather the viral videos of celebs throwing ice buckets on themselves. What I’m trying to say is that there is too much to write and I’m feeling overwhelmed. Some writer’s block. The state of this country or rather the world. Yet this young writer from Brooklyn can only blog about writer’s block. The irony of it all.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
I believe the notion of having a hobby has been lost. People believe browsing Facebook uncontrollably as a hobby. That is just wasting precious time. Invest in a good book. Maybe collect some vinyl and listen to some classics. Write some poetry or blog. You can play an instrument. Sketch. Volunteer. Go out on a date. Movies. Make the world your oyster. Live. Create. Master.