Some days, all you want to do is eat Lindt Orange Intense and read the new British Vogue.
I don't know why I'm so intimidated by the prospect of writing all of my thoughts down formally when words pour out of me in every other aspect. I think poetry is the key here. Poetry, and putting the Lindt block back in the fridge where it belongs.
ps. Joni Mitchell's music is great for writing essays to. See also: Debussy, Fleet Foxes and Whitley.