Forever and a day

I'm working on a few posts which are taking nothing short of FOREVER! Every time I have a burst of inspiration I'm in the worst place and can never write the idea down. Then when I go to write about it...it's inexplicably gone! Ahh! I'm going insane over this.

Maybe I'm just concerned about what I'm writing about...Anger and it's forms...and split selves...and whether or not anyone cares to hear about it. And I know that shouldn't matter, but it's just an annoying paranoia I can't seem to get over. I feel terribly boring and out of sorts these days, and I'm not entirely sure why. Everything I try to say comes out very inarticulately. And even the things I do manage to get out of my head don't seem worth the effort...

Maybe I should just write about safe things...like shoes, books and muffin tops (By the way, $2.60 at Tooks on Cook will get you a decent cup of coffee and the best muffin in Victoria...it's my morning special.) I don't know...but something has gotta give soon or I'll go mad.

This is tragic...and slightly pathetic.