You Know What's Really Sad?

I'd rather sit here and update a stupid blog about nothing than actually create writing worth reading. 

I have creative writing class in about an hour, and I am supposed to hand in 5-7 "sessions" of writing. One session constitutes about an hour of writing, and an hour of writing consists of about a page. So, I think I am supposed to hand in roughly 7 pages of writing. Want to guess how many I have?

If you guessed one, you'd be wrong. 

I literally have not written anything (except this blog and a couple of articles) since last week. I need my Muse to come help me out, but until then, I'm on my own. 

I keep writing scenes and stories that have potential, but I get bored. 

I know that I have some form of A.D.D- there's no doubt about that. I just never thought I would have creative A.D.D. Usually writing is what keeps me sane. I never say the right things, but for some reason, when I get to write words down, they often say exactly what I want them to. 

Not lately, though; especially not for this class. I'm so stuck. 

And now I have less than 40 minutes to draft something to hand in!