The more-than-fabulous Androjane and his peeps are proliferating this highly creative tag.
Here’s what you do.
1. Delve into your blog archive. Check.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to). Check.
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to). Check.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions. Ponder it for meaning, subtext or hidden agendas. Check.
5. Tag five people to do the same.
The line is:
Why is it that when I am staring at the ceiling, or standing at the window, or in the train..that I come up with excellent stuff to write about…but I cant remember any of it when I actually start typing?!
Oh well, self-explanatory…the curse of the writer’s block, that is, if I consider myself a writer. Which I don’t. Bitching and moaning about materialistic problems in an otherwise perfect life doesn’t make me writer.
I used to do this with my little diary (that’s right, the pandora’s box of my deepest, darkest, most promiscuous secrets..secrets I’d need at least three pairs of balls to type in this public space.) Once I read a random page and it said “Dear diary, I think Adrian has a thingamajing for me…” (name changed because I’m kinky)
Fast forward few months–Adrian’s my boyfriend.
Come on biatches, try this. You’ll be amused, bemused and surprised. You write your own fate. Literally. So go ahead and use this chance to smirk at God every once in a while.
(I just realised that said diary has gone missing and for the love of God, it better not be with someone else right now. So I’m off to hunt it down.)