I used to carry a notebook around and jot shit down all the time. Nowadays, I just can’t seem to get it together. I still have the ideas, I still occasionally jot stuff down, but for some reason I just can’t get to the keyboard.
It bothers me greatly. I really enjoy the process of writing. I enjoy leaving my surroundings to visit my imagination and spend time there. As a matter of fact, it’s far more exciting in my mind than it is in my everyday life. Oh there’s a million things going on there. I need to get them out.