Aug 22, 2005 21:43
This album makes me want to create something beautiful.
I keep fidgeting, waiting for my novel to write itself.
I toy with starting something else -- a "side project." But I know if I do, I'll never finish the novel.
I've come so far! I'm not close to being done, but ... I've come so far. Farther than I've come before.
Why can't I keep going?
I have no muse, so I'm going to have to adopt one. Music is going to have to fuel the next big push in this novel.
The next big push to get me writing, that is.
It's so cliché, but I actually think I'm scared. Scared that this house of cards I've built out of words is going to collapse in on itself.
Can my words hold themselves -- and the words yet to come -- up? Will they withstand? Will they hold?
Will I?
Pen and paper is the next step. Get away from the computer, from the keyboard and the screen. My words and thoughts are more organized when I type, true. When I write free-hand, my sentences tend to run on and jumble up and lose their point. But maybe that's what I need. A little less structure. A little more energy.
Just a bit of a push.
I need to write!