You *can* recreate yourself. Close 'em. Save 'em to your hard drive and shut them down. Mothball. Shake off the shroud of the past and move forward lightly, and with hope. Unless you need to do something in the real world with someone - forget it. Yes, unfinished stories or lists or whatever hover there, staring accusingly at us, but.... They are not that important in the big scheme of things. Don't let them hold you back.
Last night, I lay there in my bed and wondered where the fun in writing went. Before I started posting writing was something I enjoyed for myself. Now it's something like a duty, something people judge; and that totally blocks any creativity left inside me.
But I should prolly de-clutter myself a bit. :-) Or something.
So write without posting, just write what you want. If you *really* need someone to see it, i'm always happy to read anything, but you don't have to post. You don't even have to talk about it. *hugs*
Thank you for your offer. I know you're always there for me, have been over all the years. I am really happy to have you as a friend.
*huuuuuuuuuuuuuugs*
I just kinda need to find that head space again where I just wrote what came into my mind without wondering if that might be too weak, too hard, too boring, too girly, too everything for this or that reader/audience.
I sit down sometimes and want to write something, I have like a real idea to bring on paper and then I remember that *someone* has already written some fic along the same lines and that was way better than anything I could ever produce and then I try to think of something else, something different and engaging and ... nothing. GRRR. It's ridiculous.
It's the internet's fault. :-) *pout* TMI everywhere.
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You *can* recreate yourself. Close 'em. Save 'em to your hard drive and shut them down. Mothball. Shake off the shroud of the past and move forward lightly, and with hope. Unless you need to do something in the real world with someone - forget it. Yes, unfinished stories or lists or whatever hover there, staring accusingly at us, but.... They are not that important in the big scheme of things. Don't let them hold you back.
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Last night, I lay there in my bed and wondered where the fun in writing went. Before I started posting writing was something I enjoyed for myself. Now it's something like a duty, something people judge; and that totally blocks any creativity left inside me.
But I should prolly de-clutter myself a bit. :-) Or something.
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So write without posting, just write what you want. If you *really* need someone to see it, i'm always happy to read anything, but you don't have to post. You don't even have to talk about it.
*hugs*
Hope you figure out a way to enjoy it again, bb.
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*huuuuuuuuuuuuuugs*
I just kinda need to find that head space again where I just wrote what came into my mind without wondering if that might be too weak, too hard, too boring, too girly, too everything for this or that reader/audience.
I sit down sometimes and want to write something, I have like a real idea to bring on paper and then I remember that *someone* has already written some fic along the same lines and that was way better than anything I could ever produce and then I try to think of something else, something different and engaging and ... nothing. GRRR. It's ridiculous.
It's the internet's fault. :-) *pout* TMI everywhere.
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