uninspired morning writing

Lack of inspiration is a nightmare, except not really, because nightmares can sometimes be creative in their misery. Being uninspired is just miserable misery, just aimlessly tapping words on a screen without any idea why you’re doing it, where it’ll lead, if anyone else will ever read it.

This morning has been frustration after frustration after frustration, my parents irritatingly broke in all of their bank accounts and sounding like broken records as they forget the answers to questions they’ve already asked each other, again and that’t not even addressing the irritating bullshit that is the fact I’m getting sent to work early today, meaning I don’t know how or when or if lunch will happen, so I’m grumpy before I’ve even left the house, typing this half-awake, unsure what the fuck I’m doing. Mom just acquiesced that I’ll get to go home between the doctor’s appointment and work.

Still I’m typing this text because I’m uninspired to type out any real writing. The writing game I use, 4thewords, at least is somewhat inspiring, with a flaming blue and purple sword wielded by a baby with a skull face. If nothing else, sometimes just describing the word count monsters can act as inspiration when I have nothing worth writing about. Like now, wherein my only reason for continuing to write currently is the desire to defeat some of these sword-wielding skull babies called Kinguz. The internet is also filled with writing prompts. Then the willingness to write comes down to motivation mainly, which is a different beast than inspiration.