I feel it everyday.. from the time I wake up till late night before I retire to bed after GTA 4 -- The crazy urge to write. Something. Anything! But every time I begin ( like this moment for instance) my mind fills up with criticism about words that haven't even been written.
The fear of coming across as a pretentious, snotty writer is so over whelming that I haven't written a creative piece of work since I finished school. Very pitiful indeed. But when did I go from an ambitious, fearless teenager to a whiny, unimaginative adult? I haven't a clue.Perhaps it's the realisation that there are many like me. Many who love writing, who dream about the next chapter in their story, who are better at it than me. Or it's the fact that I've run out of ideas?
Over the years I have come across many reasons why I've lost my flair, but that doesn't seem to cut it. The urge keeps coming back, like a stray dog you once petted. His very presence stirs something in you, but you know you can't keep him. So you try and ignore him till he 'gets' the message.
I miss the writing process though, the hours of day dreaming, writing down a paragraph only to scratch it off, the mood swings, ODing on junk food.. those were the days. I think I'm just going to suck it up and get back to it. How bad a writer could I possibly be? :@)
The fear of coming across as a pretentious, snotty writer is so over whelming that I haven't written a creative piece of work since I finished school. Very pitiful indeed. But when did I go from an ambitious, fearless teenager to a whiny, unimaginative adult? I haven't a clue.Perhaps it's the realisation that there are many like me. Many who love writing, who dream about the next chapter in their story, who are better at it than me. Or it's the fact that I've run out of ideas?
Over the years I have come across many reasons why I've lost my flair, but that doesn't seem to cut it. The urge keeps coming back, like a stray dog you once petted. His very presence stirs something in you, but you know you can't keep him. So you try and ignore him till he 'gets' the message.
I miss the writing process though, the hours of day dreaming, writing down a paragraph only to scratch it off, the mood swings, ODing on junk food.. those were the days. I think I'm just going to suck it up and get back to it. How bad a writer could I possibly be? :@)
