#indefinitely indefinite

I've been on an indefinite vacation from college for almost two weeks now because of the whole Tamil Nadu-Sri Lanka issue that's been going on here (if you don't know what I'm referring to - the Almighty Google has answers to all your questions). It was definitely a much-needed break for me, and I found myself partying every night, getting drunk, and hooking up with random people... well, I found myself doing all that in my head, at least. In reality, I was enjoying my time relaxing at home, catching up on TV shows, annoying my cat, playing the piano, and pigging out on junk food. 

Well, the second week of this 'indefinite' vacation is coming to an end and I'm starting to have ambivalent feelings about it now, because prolonging this indefiniteness will mean that once college does reopen, I'm going to be buried 6-feet-under a pile of work, which would defeat the whole purpose of me taking a break from the stress.

Anyway, as of now I'm trying to make the most of my free time (which is not really supposed to be free, considering I have studying and all that crap to do). Just this week, I found out that one of my short stories has finally been published in a book! I was one of the 20 winners of a short story contest back in February 2012, and they'd promised to publish the book with all the winners' entries by April 2012. They're only a year late, but hey, at least I'm finally a published writer! :D

I went back to read the story that I'd submitted for the contest, and now I'm thinking that I could have written it way better than I originally had. I mean, I liked the story and all, but I probably could have made more changes to it (ironic, considering that my story is called 'Change'). Oh well, I guess a writer is never satisfied with his/her work, right?

What was the point of this post again? I don't know really, but I think I began writing this with the thought that, "I need to write something or I'll go crazy." You see, I've been stuck with the dreaded Writer's Block for what seems like ages. Every time I sit at my laptop to type a couple of chapters or even only a few more paragraphs of my stories, I find myself just going blank. I can't get out more than a line or two at a time. It's like there used to be a fully functional filter between the part of my brain that produced ideas and the other part which formed the ideas into logical sentences and allowed me to write very nice stuff, but now that filter has gotten clogged and dirty and has cut off the connection between the two. So basically all these ideas are swirling around in the first part of my brain, saying "Get me out! Get me out!" but the other part is just not getting the message.

An indefinite vacation. An indefinite writer's block.

Sigh. I don't even know if I made any sense in this post. I usually don't make any sense, but it feels nice to just get out whatever's in this clogged up brain of mine from time to time. So here's another random post for all the millions of readers I have out there (HA!).