These are the reasons I think that we're ill.
The title of this post comes from the song "My Manic and I" by Laura Marling. I like how it sounds kind of German in its pace, or maybe Jewish, I'm not sure.
Is anyone out there?
Just checking.
You know there is something kind of relaxing about talking or typing at times, even to the wind, out into a void.
You never know exactly if someone is listening or not, but you'll say it anyways.
But either way its fine.
We just know that these words are ones that need to be entered into the world
In a unique way that only we can put together at that exact moment.
I'm always ever moving toward or away from something.
But at times I pause and something almost profound makes its way into the world.
Anyway. I've written a story-a Twilight FanFiction, another one. I've been writing it for almost a year now along with others stories. I was carrying on the other day, and I wrote a sentence and realized that the story was over. At least that one was. That sentence I wrote was the last one in the story, to tell the truth it was startling. But the problem is I'm not sure anyone would like to read it, I'm not sure I would read it if I hadn't written it, but maybe like my above statement it was just something that needed to be put into the world whether it is read or not.
It hasn't been fully typed yet, I don't think.
But I'm still writing on another story, one that could be a real novel on its own, with a few changes. But this one I think people might like to read. But the problem with loving to write, with being a writer is that constant fear that people don't want to read what I write.
For the longest time I wrote things, poems, and stories that were really heartbreaking to read, even for me. That was my specialty, I guess it still is. But I can't really help it, and I now fear I've gone a little too light with my stories..... I don't know. Maybe not. But hey if you ever come here and see a story I wrote, thank you very very much. I think I might post my stories here if I ever get them up.
Hi world!
Is anyone out there?
Just checking.
You know there is something kind of relaxing about talking or typing at times, even to the wind, out into a void.
You never know exactly if someone is listening or not, but you'll say it anyways.
But either way its fine.
We just know that these words are ones that need to be entered into the world
In a unique way that only we can put together at that exact moment.
I'm always ever moving toward or away from something.
But at times I pause and something almost profound makes its way into the world.
Anyway. I've written a story-a Twilight FanFiction, another one. I've been writing it for almost a year now along with others stories. I was carrying on the other day, and I wrote a sentence and realized that the story was over. At least that one was. That sentence I wrote was the last one in the story, to tell the truth it was startling. But the problem is I'm not sure anyone would like to read it, I'm not sure I would read it if I hadn't written it, but maybe like my above statement it was just something that needed to be put into the world whether it is read or not.
It hasn't been fully typed yet, I don't think.
But I'm still writing on another story, one that could be a real novel on its own, with a few changes. But this one I think people might like to read. But the problem with loving to write, with being a writer is that constant fear that people don't want to read what I write.
For the longest time I wrote things, poems, and stories that were really heartbreaking to read, even for me. That was my specialty, I guess it still is. But I can't really help it, and I now fear I've gone a little too light with my stories..... I don't know. Maybe not. But hey if you ever come here and see a story I wrote, thank you very very much. I think I might post my stories here if I ever get them up.
Hi world!