Writing
Sometimes when I walk into my room, or any room at all really, I am overtaken by an insane need to write. Write anything. A note. A letter. A chapter in a book. A short story. A LiveJournal post. Particularly in the winter. I feel as though I simply must wrap myself in afgans and my shawl and curl up someplace and write. It's the strangest sensation to have all these words pounding up against my skull wanting desperately to be out. It's not even that I believe I have any particular skill with words. I can make a sentence as well as any college student, but I'm not talented. Not there. Grammar is vaguely fun and words are beautiful. But I don't believe I can put the two together in any order which is pleasing to man or woman. Which isn't to say I don't have silly dreams. Wishes and hopes. Though I think even using those words are almost too strong. I have stories in my head. But I can't get them out onto paper. I don't know if it's lack of skill or willpower. But still. Every once in a while - frequently recently - I simply have to sit down and write something.
And yes. Today it's a post. After months and months of silence I'm babbling on about how I occasionally feel the need to put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard. It's not even that I feel as though I have something important to communicate. Yes, some of you might be interested in Terra Umbrae and those who live there. And it does grow. But I don't think this need of mine has any thing to so with the stories in my head. I don't know. I do know this afternoon I came down with a migraine and yet now I'm sitting in front of my computer typing this out because if I don't... I feel as though it'll get worse somehow. My headache and the need. Oh well. A few hundred words and ten minutes later the pressure of the words is less. So I'm off to nap. Hope you all enjoyed this look into my head. It just happened to be the quickest way to get enough words out that I could sleep. Not that all of you aren't important or anything...
Anyways. Hugs and kisses. Catch you on the flip side.
And yes. Today it's a post. After months and months of silence I'm babbling on about how I occasionally feel the need to put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard. It's not even that I feel as though I have something important to communicate. Yes, some of you might be interested in Terra Umbrae and those who live there. And it does grow. But I don't think this need of mine has any thing to so with the stories in my head. I don't know. I do know this afternoon I came down with a migraine and yet now I'm sitting in front of my computer typing this out because if I don't... I feel as though it'll get worse somehow. My headache and the need. Oh well. A few hundred words and ten minutes later the pressure of the words is less. So I'm off to nap. Hope you all enjoyed this look into my head. It just happened to be the quickest way to get enough words out that I could sleep. Not that all of you aren't important or anything...
Anyways. Hugs and kisses. Catch you on the flip side.