The Awesomeness of Spontaneity (and irony)

So you wake up one day and decide "i want to write about life!" or whatever preference your creative tendencies have.
You have your individualized drink, may it be tea, coffee or coke.. (god forbid). Any other commodity which seems to extend your concentration, or susceptibility to "the creative aura" and sit there, taut, pressed up against the screen, fingers nimble at the keyboard.

But Alas.

You have nothing to write.

It is an awfully beautiful irony, when you want to write but cant. When you try to write you can't. But when you just take it easy, open your mind - it hits you. Anything.

This for instance, is purely written because Mr Holy Towel a.k.a James, in front of me just can't pull it off.
He wants to. The boy huffs, flicks his head and slaps on the keyboard in frustration. Shame.

And it almost makes grin to say, ironically, again, his apparent "creative block" is my inspiration.

Haha. Loser.

*note: If a post appears above this one, then e has got his act together.