I never did it for a long time. For the first time in a decade. I don't know what to write, let me think about it for a while. You know, you have a lot of thoughts going on inside you, but when you are trying to write them down, they vanish. May be that's the difference between writers and the rest. When I was a kid, I loved to think that one day I will be a writer, at least something like that. I used to read novels, short stories, thriller.comics, fairy tales, in fact anything I get. After reading the book, I loved to imagine myself in that world. With so much imagination, I thought it would be fascinating to be writer, like making my own story, making my own world, and sharing my world with everyone, rather than just following someone else's world. whereas everyone wanted to be a doctor, engineer and so so, it was my passion to be a writer. when I was ten years old I wrote a script for drama to be played by our friends. You don't expect it to be that good, but as I said, I was just ten. Time passed, and I had to deal with my real life. It was not that creative. but it was real life, that you have to care, you have to deal. So I got more and more busy with my academic life, my responsibilities, and I did what was needed to done. But I had to let go my inner, imaginary world, Over time, the more I became realistic, accomplished, the more I got away from my creative, thoughts. May be that's what life is, you move and move without knowing where you are going, you just know that you are going where every one is going, and you don't know why, all you know is you have to pursue it, because that's what everyone does. So pursuing this so called reality is considered the wisest thing, But I am not sure about it, Everyone wants money, power, fame, all other materialistic things, but nobody knows how much they need, when will they be satisfied. Because nobody knows how much they want, even they don't know what they want, they desire what the others have, what the other people want. So as I was saying, I left my romantic, creative thoughts, my own wold for the sake of so called reality, and after having what I tried for, it feels like.I was wrong.but I already lost my creativity, my imagination. And now I share other writers' imagination, their world, because mine is gone.