I am such a lazy blogger — no, not really.
Believe me, I’ve been actually trying. To make words travel through my veins and miraculously flow out of my finger tips. To reach out my spectacularly uneventful black and white world to you. To fill this text box with words — the precise words that would pull you in. But nothing comes. Nothing is created, except 49 rough drafts with empty, transparent characters.
49 points in my life I knew I was set to create — inspiration entirely lacking, or at best, difficult to grasp.