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I read a book today. Tonight. I stayed up to 2AM to finish reading it. Didn't take my bath, forgot to eat. I just read. The whole time, my heart seemed to beat too fast in my chest, I could hardly catch my breath.
This is the book that I wish I had written. In a lot of ways, this is the book that I have been trying unsuccessfully to write for years. Now someone has gone and gotten to it first. I don't know if I should be sad, or grateful.
Some things, you want to write about, but it is just too hard. You're too close to it, too close to the emotions, so when you write them, they come out all bottled up and fake. And worse, those feelings that you couldn't express yourself, they're even harder to share in writing. That's the truth. They say "write what you know" but what if what you know is too hard to write about?
This is the book that I wish I had written. In a lot of ways, this is the book that I have been trying unsuccessfully to write for years. Now someone has gone and gotten to it first. I don't know if I should be sad, or grateful.
Some things, you want to write about, but it is just too hard. You're too close to it, too close to the emotions, so when you write them, they come out all bottled up and fake. And worse, those feelings that you couldn't express yourself, they're even harder to share in writing. That's the truth. They say "write what you know" but what if what you know is too hard to write about?