out of words.

Hi. Procrastination, as you may have guessed, has led me here.

Ironically, I write for a living and... here I am, running away from a writing assignment yet running INTO a writing blog. See, full circle. What caused this, you say? Well, it's basically the same old itty bitty little problem that I've had ever since I started my career as a journalist/editor. I can't even call myself a journalist, since never ever have I enjoyed doing interviews. Sure, sometimes I take pride in the questions I ask, it surprises me how inquisitive I can get when I put my mind to it. But oy vey - this whole transcribing thing, can.it.get.anymore.tedious?! Maybe I wouldn't mind if the person is really interesting and has a lot to offer, but most of the time in this industry? NOPE.

But do I need our readers to feel the way I do and think this person is basically overrated? NOPE, times two. Which is where this whole transcribing and my ~beautiful way with words come in. Media manipulates the society, right? Even if I'm no esteemed journalist at The New York Times or whatever, I still have that small bit of power in influencing people through my writing. Whether they like it or not, my words will have somehow reached into their conscious. Hence, the transcribing thing. I realize how important it is but oh dear everything that is good and holy, I hate it so much.

Never mind how I feel about it though, I always get it done right before the last deadline. That's what Sagittarians do best: procrastinate and then somehow, right when they're stuck into a corner, brilliant ideas somehow emerge out of nowhere and they manage to get the job done RIGHT ON TIME. Anyway, so far... I haven't even started the first paragraph yet. This person didn't struck any chord with me, so... yeah, I'm gonna go take a shower and just let inspiration come to me.

Yours sincerely,

The Best Writer in the Whole Goddamned World

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