Inspiration!
Freshmen year in college I think I peaked as a writer. That's not to say I ever considered myself a real writer, or that I thought I was somehow 'good' at it, but I had no shortage of things I wanted to scream out on paper and I enjoyed doing it. After a rough end to that first year away from home (I guess Durham really can't be counted as AWAY, but whatever) I stopped writing. Absolutely hated doing it.
Since then I've experienced a lot; most of it mundane, routine, and boring, with a few moments of excitement, thrills and self discovery between. I kept it all to myself, occasionally losing a night of sleep while I mulled over everything I knew about the world and where I fit inside it. That's what I was doing today when I was struck by inspiration. Surfing the web, browsing various 'top 25 songs of 2009' lists, I was suddenly blessed with a clear view of how to best examine these things that I wrestle with on a daily basis: write it down, motherfucker!
So, at 3 in the morning I cranked out two outlines for short stories. I don't expect anything to come of it; 50/50 odds the work will be abandoned by tomorrow, but the thrill of rediscovering an old passion is- thrilling!
Of course, the things I have been writing down betray my still cynical outlook on human existence, and damned if we aren't all selfish, purposeless assholes.
Since then I've experienced a lot; most of it mundane, routine, and boring, with a few moments of excitement, thrills and self discovery between. I kept it all to myself, occasionally losing a night of sleep while I mulled over everything I knew about the world and where I fit inside it. That's what I was doing today when I was struck by inspiration. Surfing the web, browsing various 'top 25 songs of 2009' lists, I was suddenly blessed with a clear view of how to best examine these things that I wrestle with on a daily basis: write it down, motherfucker!
So, at 3 in the morning I cranked out two outlines for short stories. I don't expect anything to come of it; 50/50 odds the work will be abandoned by tomorrow, but the thrill of rediscovering an old passion is- thrilling!
Of course, the things I have been writing down betray my still cynical outlook on human existence, and damned if we aren't all selfish, purposeless assholes.