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Well, I think I finally ironed out a few kinks I was having in a new story I've been developing. This one has potential, but I've said that about my last two ideas as well. The problem is I rarely have any peace to write and then on those rare occasions I do I never feel like it. All I can say is I completely understand writers who need to escape to an undisturbed retreat to work. One of these days maybe I'll have that luxury.
Sometimes I don't think I'm well read enough to be trying to write books. I figure that's either going to work in my favor or not. It'll either give me a fresh edge or make me sound like an amateur. -_-
I would like to finish something other than poetry one of these days. I haven't even written any poems in ages. I lose inspiration as quickly as I get it in this atmosphere. I need the beach and a laptop. I feel like I lose potential works on a daily basis.
I've always been envious of artists. I would love to have the ability to put onto canvas the images I see in my mind. I'd like to think I'd draw or paint all the time if I could. However, I have the ability to tell stories instead, that's my gift. There are entire worlds in my head that I need the discipline and dedication to put into print and I don't do it. I'm frustrated with myself for it too.
All I can think about sometimes is my Mom telling me I have so many talents I don't use. I've let all my musical knowledge slide. I have a storage unit full of instruments I don't remember how to play anymore. I probably could have been a beautiful pianist like my brother if I'd stuck to it.
I just need to focus on a talent and turn it into something meaningful and something that will preferably turn a paycheck. I heard a quote somewhere that said by the time you manage to transform something you love into profit it will have become so twisted you'll hate it, which I really hope isn't true.
Sometimes I don't think I'm well read enough to be trying to write books. I figure that's either going to work in my favor or not. It'll either give me a fresh edge or make me sound like an amateur. -_-
I would like to finish something other than poetry one of these days. I haven't even written any poems in ages. I lose inspiration as quickly as I get it in this atmosphere. I need the beach and a laptop. I feel like I lose potential works on a daily basis.
I've always been envious of artists. I would love to have the ability to put onto canvas the images I see in my mind. I'd like to think I'd draw or paint all the time if I could. However, I have the ability to tell stories instead, that's my gift. There are entire worlds in my head that I need the discipline and dedication to put into print and I don't do it. I'm frustrated with myself for it too.
All I can think about sometimes is my Mom telling me I have so many talents I don't use. I've let all my musical knowledge slide. I have a storage unit full of instruments I don't remember how to play anymore. I probably could have been a beautiful pianist like my brother if I'd stuck to it.
I just need to focus on a talent and turn it into something meaningful and something that will preferably turn a paycheck. I heard a quote somewhere that said by the time you manage to transform something you love into profit it will have become so twisted you'll hate it, which I really hope isn't true.