Jul 30, 2010 17:45
I’ve decided that writing is a gift and a curse.
It’s conflicting…to get annoyed that something keeps you up at night that you just have to get it down…to get mad at yourself for the one time you forget to keep a pen or scrap of paper in your bag…to obsess over something only you will care about…
And then miss it all when the inspiration stops coming.
I want to write something amazing. And not to sound full of it, but I want to do it for me. Not to prove someone wrong or to make a name or anything, but to do what I love, create something I love, tell a story worth knowing, to fulfill some unconscious need I have to show myself that I can do my best. To know that I have a best.
I wonder if I even make sense anymore.
writer's block