writer's drought

everytime i log on to my pc, i start by checking mail then logging on to my internet accounts, one of them, this blog; the misadventures of droz.

there are times when a myriad of ideas and stories gushing-out like water flowing from a mighty river, overwhelms me. plain stories come to life by vivid images causeded by a rich collection of adjectives, tons of gobbledygook and exaggeration. there are also times when little or no though at all comes out of my mind; like a tired, wasted and uninspired composer on a cold, damp dawn, bottoms-up on a bottle of gin like there's no tomorrow. a dripping faucet of ideas compared to a raging river.

these past few weeks, i have been like that dripping faucet in a water-deprived bf parañaque home (all those who can relate, gimme a "HELL YEAH!"). all dried out of fresh ideas. parched and thirsting for something exciting to happen.