when a writer turns artist, something bad is bound to happen.
Someone please, PLEASE tell me what became of my talent for writing excellent english papers. Please. Because I can't find it anywhere, and it's driving me crazy. I've just spent three hours on a paper so far, and I'm not even half way through. It's only supposed to be 1,200 words or so. I can usually do these things in an hour. What gives? All I can see are the ways that I'm being inconsistent, or the parts where I should elaborate, and the parts where I'm digressive, and the parts where I ought to have said something else, and the parts that don't really answer the question, and the parts where I should have put in more quotes... it never ends, does it?
I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing. I'm hitting brick walls left and right. I read the book and I think to myself, Jizzus Christ, why am I wasting my time on this? Yeah, so it's pretty well written. The plot is interesting enough, as is the setting, and the characters. The structure is completely out of the ordinary, which makes us see the connections as the main characters see them, and yet we still understand every aspect of the events taking place. The thing is... I just don't CARE. Before, I used to care. I could write an A paper in two hours on a book I haden't read. But I've just lost the flame, and I'm doomed now. After all, if I don't want to read someone's book, how could I ever expect someone to want to read mine? If I can even write one. I don't read to understand the world, anymore, I read to escape it. And that's where my problem lies. I obviously don't know everything already (nobody does), but I'm not reading this for the writing, either, and I'm not reading it for the plot, so I'm reading for nothing.
N-O-T-H-I-N-G.
hey, look, I can spell "nothing!" go me.
Mel
I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing. I'm hitting brick walls left and right. I read the book and I think to myself, Jizzus Christ, why am I wasting my time on this? Yeah, so it's pretty well written. The plot is interesting enough, as is the setting, and the characters. The structure is completely out of the ordinary, which makes us see the connections as the main characters see them, and yet we still understand every aspect of the events taking place. The thing is... I just don't CARE. Before, I used to care. I could write an A paper in two hours on a book I haden't read. But I've just lost the flame, and I'm doomed now. After all, if I don't want to read someone's book, how could I ever expect someone to want to read mine? If I can even write one. I don't read to understand the world, anymore, I read to escape it. And that's where my problem lies. I obviously don't know everything already (nobody does), but I'm not reading this for the writing, either, and I'm not reading it for the plot, so I'm reading for nothing.
N-O-T-H-I-N-G.
hey, look, I can spell "nothing!" go me.
Mel