It's happening again.
Maybe it's because I woke up just an hour ago,
and my head still feels like it's floating.
Or maybe it's something else.
The last interview I had,
I could've been more articulate, but I wasn't.
It was a slight struggle to pick the words I needed.
I should've been writing on a regular basis.
Practised getting my thoughts in order.
Right now, I've got a few prominent ones flying round and round in my skull,
each one vying for attention.
One demands that I talk about the action hero story I'm working on,
about an Afghan man saving his brother from a secret prison.
Another demands I talk about the lack of Muslim heroes in movies and books these days.
The 'Western' ones, at least.
Another talks about the idiots bashing Dein Obeidallah's article on Boko Haram
on the Daily Beast. Holy crap are they stupid as hell.
Anyway. So many thoughts.
So many words begging to be used.
I can't. Not in detail. Not yet.
The fact that I've begun writing the opening portion of the rescue scene is heartening.
Just little bit. Unless I continue the story soon, it would've been for nothing.
Right now though, I need to focus on getting a job.
Well enough of that.
