Last night covering my whole body with blanket I was thinking if I could just wake up and start writing.Writing was habitual for me once but now it has become so difficult for me.There was a time when I could just write anything that comes to my mind.Suddenly at last night I felt like that.There was much going on my head.I had developed the plot of two stories.I was just waiting for the morning when I will wake up and write.
This morning I wake up,had my breakfast and then I realized that it happened again.Once again I lost the spirit of writing.I feel so dead empty right.So all I am writing now is about my personal experience.Still,it is a start at least.
I don’t know why it always happen this way.I go to bed and I feel a strong urge to write but as soon as I wake up in the morning,the urge go away.I can’t believe it I find no solution problem.I think maybe I should start writing as soon as something comes to my head.But it is not so easy especially when it is winter because as soon as you get inside a blanket,you can just leave the bed.I can’t just leave my bed at the winter night.I don’t know if I will ever be able to do that.