Day One- A void

I sometimes try to think of an idea. Something that will capture my motivation, I want to

use it-if I can. Today I had no ideas, just pictures moving in my head. I thought about a scene

I wanted to write down. I couldn't think of anything at all to start saying it; But it was in my head, where I pictured this tall, rugged man beating the shit out of this medium slender punk-But it was the punk who was getting in most of the punches and My Protagonist (the guy im writing this for) is weasling his way out of getting killed by this punk.

But that's in my head.

Right now, Im home looking to write anything down. I haven't written anything down at all. Most of the time, I could care less with all the words coming at me; A thousand thoughts trying to cram themselves out of a tiny hold in my head.

My boss doesn't know I write, even though my family knows. I'll let you in on a secret. Picture me as a guy who imaginates alot. Someone staring dream eyed into the void, acting as if he were crazy or saw a black blur at the corner of his eye. I am this man, a nut.

After spending half of my time, looking at some guy's blog and me, trying to figure out what to do, I meditate on what I should be doing in my life. I've done nothing most of the time.

That's what I do.

Nothing.