November 25, 2002
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I wrote today. I miss writing, not the ranting and rambling of blog writing, but fabrications from a delirious mind sort of writing. I wrote until I was sagged of emotions and of words. It’s been a year since I wrote fiction, and all this analytical and real life commentary writing are killing my words. Frustration built, a sort effable. I see it in my mind. I could have directed a nice screenplay and I painted the mood, but I couldn’t put it on paper. I couldn’t pen the adjectives and verbs and taste them and watch them paint the story for me. I’m trying so hard, squeezing out creativity, drowning in music, but I end up crumbling on the floor, foresaken and rejected…for today at least. Tomorrow I will try again.
I will write again.
I will write again.
I will.
…hummed
Comments (5)
looking forward to it…
i tried to write today…in xanga…but for some reason it won’t let me post
here’s to trying – and that the difficulty and the attempts will lead to growth of mind and spirit which you will be able to turn into an advantage in your writing.
We are all anxiously waiting to read your story – no pressure here.
I know the feeling. I’ve been writing a lot…more than usual, actually, but it’s all brainless stuff about how great my country is (i’ve been copywriting a tourist guide book). Now I can see certain things in my mind…I’d love to put some of my dreams into short stories, but I just can’t seem to find the right words.
You’re not alone.
~Meta~