Do you have those moments when you're suddenly struck with an idea? That lamp that lights up in your head and you can't help it but to rush to your notes and write it?
Well, that's basically my daily basis.
Millions of thousands of ideas knocked me out of my sleep and I can't help but write them. Sometimes, I can remember the smallest details of my dreams and pour them onto the notebook that I have right beside me.
That's the amazing part.
The nightmare begins when I sit in front of my laptop and try to bring those notes to life. And no matter what I do, in the end the spontaneous notes that had me jolt from my bed suddenly become dull. Senseless. Totally messed up.
I try to come up with a logic way to produce something out of them, but it's always very confusing - even for me.
It's normal, it seems, to have these blocks.
We all pass through them and they keep us from going further, like an obstacle in our way.
I acknowledge that.
But why can't I bring those good and interesting stories come to life without making them absurd?
Or should I just make them absurd?
Is my writing style absurd?
This is absurd.