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I’ve had a slight tinge of writer’s block. My TikTok consists of these short, free write entries in this little notebook I carry around in my backpack. They aren’t these long and lengthy manifestos. It’s just letting whatever thought marbles I have clanking around in my head spill out onto a blank page. Yet lately It’s been a bit of a mission getting these marbles in my head written down. They’re there, I think… I’ve just found it difficult finding things to write down. I tend to overthink so I know that’s the main issue. I feel as if I have to write down something super and profound that’s going to turn some heads, as if I had people reading this. It defeats the whole purpose of why I started doing that to begin with: to simply write.

Tuesday Night. Watching the Anthony Bourdain: Roadrunner documentary. I have one of my cameras charging, along with the 5 spare batteries I bought for it. You never know when you might need them. I predict one day I’ll be walking down some street I’ve never walked looking for a bar I’ve never drank at in a city I’ve never been to in a part of the world I’ve never visited before. The people around me are out living their lives with a lovely sunset in the background framing the lot. I’d pull out my phone to snap a few pictures, as I always do, then reach for my camera to do the same because I know very well that the qualities of a photo are a combination of the photographer and the device. The same view can look and feel so different at the same time and I love that.

I usually write during the day whether the morning or afternoon, but today I just couldn’t get anything out. Work was a little hectic and It’s just an all around creativity-hindering place for me. I got it out just now so today wasn’t a total loss. The entries all vary in length, but the important thing is that I write. Just write. That’s the whole point of doing these little free writes. I suppose whenever I get stuck I just need to remind myself of that. I just need to keep it going. Keep my head sharp and the ink in my pen, warm.

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