It does feel cold and spoiled when one is writing with a very limited word count, but there are certain adjustments one must make when his creative economy suffers a heart attack. Brilliance comes in hiccups these days, so I've elected to writing in very brief bursts. It's either this, or I will be reducing songs to their plagiarized Tagalog versions, which is the sort of brainshit stealing I curse in my sleep. Or I can quit blogging altogether, but how can I let go of a distraction that masturbates my creativity?
I'm still scheduling my hiccups though, being the lazy bastard I'm trying to conceal.