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Wednesday 4 September 2013
Writer's unblock
When I was in the hospital I started working on a story I hadn't worked on in awhile. I'd say I like to write in my spare time, but a more accurate comment would be to say that I USED to like to write in my spare time. I find it very hard to write these days (and by 'these days' I mean since I've been in my 20s), although I did co-write a play that my husband and I put up back in 2009 and I'm very proud of it. :) That said, I don't write many stories these days. In the past year or so I got so fed up and FORCED myself to write, and started getting ideas from places, and started writing down every little idea I got in a little book that I have, no matter how small or bizarre. I don't know why I didn't start doing that earlier, as it's been so super useful and it seems like such an obvious thing to do. But I simply hadn't thought of it earlier for whatever reason. I put it next to my bed to write down those ideas I get as I'm falling alseep. We all get those, right? Why do our brains go nuts during that time? Ah well. Anyway, sometimes I read through that little book and all the little disjointed ideas sound like the ramblings of a mad woman, but who cares, they're there. Sometimes I get inspired when I look at them, and sometimes I get ideas for ways they can be worked into the story I'm currently working on. That's the story I started working on again while I was in the hospital, after not having worked on it for I don't know HOW long. I have so many more ideas for it lately. But I realize the problem isn't so much lack of ideas but lack of inspiration overall...like, I don't have the drive to tell the story. Back in the day, I couldn't wait to write my stories down. I had such an overwhelming desire to tell my stories, I couldn't hold them in. It's like that feeling I get nowadays when something really exciting or amazing happens to me and I can't wait to hop on Facebook and tell everyone...that same kind of urgency and excitement to tell that story. I don't feel that anymore. But I want to feel that drive! I could write my story beginning to end if I really wanted to, but I want to be excited about it. I need to WANT to tell my story. Otherwise, what's the point?
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