Stranger than Fiction
It's amazing how quickly things can change, and the degree to which they have seems almost impossible.
I wrote in September that there were so many amazing things happening in my life. There was so much ahead, so much to be excited about. I was... Happy. For the first time ever, everything was right.
All of that is gone, now.
Everything.
...
It seems I only ever write during the depressing times, without hardly ever mentioning the good ones. That's something I plan on changing.
Many of my friends, family members, and acquaintances have been pushing me to write a novel, a memoir, or what have you. I'm finally getting started. I don't know whether or not I want to publish it as fiction... I guess that's the theme of this entry, and the title is fitting.
My life... it's all true. Sometimes I can't believe these things are really, actually, literally, happening to me. I feel so disassociated from myself, as if I'm out-of-body, watching structures crumble around me from another perspective.
It's stranger than fiction.
...
I'm coming back to Live Journal on a permanent basis. I miss the privacy. I miss the customization. I miss the HTML coding and 100x100 user pics. I miss how I used to pour my soul out and create some of my best work... and it's all still here, just waiting to be remembered and rediscovered, edited and compiled into one big book of truths.
I miss the freedom of writing. I miss playing with words and arranging the simplest of phrases to compose the most complex of thoughts. I've watched my writing evolve over 10 years of using this site and it's empowering to look way back and say "wow... I wrote that?" And then I think of all the things I will write in time.
My skills were maturing wonderfully... and I stopped writing for a year. But writing is just like riding a bike, really. As soon as I'm alone in a room with a keyboard, it's all downhill from there...
There's some powerful stuff I want to write, perhaps more eye-opening than anything I've written before. I have to get it out now while my wounds are still fleshy and raw.
I'm going to be writing more now that I ever have in my life.
I promise it will change your life forever.
I wrote in September that there were so many amazing things happening in my life. There was so much ahead, so much to be excited about. I was... Happy. For the first time ever, everything was right.
All of that is gone, now.
Everything.
...
It seems I only ever write during the depressing times, without hardly ever mentioning the good ones. That's something I plan on changing.
Many of my friends, family members, and acquaintances have been pushing me to write a novel, a memoir, or what have you. I'm finally getting started. I don't know whether or not I want to publish it as fiction... I guess that's the theme of this entry, and the title is fitting.
My life... it's all true. Sometimes I can't believe these things are really, actually, literally, happening to me. I feel so disassociated from myself, as if I'm out-of-body, watching structures crumble around me from another perspective.
It's stranger than fiction.
...
I'm coming back to Live Journal on a permanent basis. I miss the privacy. I miss the customization. I miss the HTML coding and 100x100 user pics. I miss how I used to pour my soul out and create some of my best work... and it's all still here, just waiting to be remembered and rediscovered, edited and compiled into one big book of truths.
I miss the freedom of writing. I miss playing with words and arranging the simplest of phrases to compose the most complex of thoughts. I've watched my writing evolve over 10 years of using this site and it's empowering to look way back and say "wow... I wrote that?" And then I think of all the things I will write in time.
My skills were maturing wonderfully... and I stopped writing for a year. But writing is just like riding a bike, really. As soon as I'm alone in a room with a keyboard, it's all downhill from there...
There's some powerful stuff I want to write, perhaps more eye-opening than anything I've written before. I have to get it out now while my wounds are still fleshy and raw.
I'm going to be writing more now that I ever have in my life.
I promise it will change your life forever.