So really, here I sit with another gimmick to try and get me to write more. The problem isn't the programs I have tried, my freezing computer, or any other number... Okay, or that 2 hour int interruption. You are at work after all.
Not having great ideas shouldn't stop you from writing fiction. Even lengthy additions to your slush pile might become something someday. You have to remember that writing itself is a skill that you can hone. That in the past, you have pulled out incredible thoughts, reflections, and assertions. Little tidbits that reflected pieces of your humanity in ways that actions couldn't.
You have to remember that actions are what opinions are based off of, but that those assertions may be wrong. We are driven to work, to act a certain way, and to say exactly what we are supposed to in order to move up, to be respected, and to agree with the norm. Your actions may assert this, but your thoughts don't have to follow suit. My thoughts often wander between the fantastic and the dismal, between the enduring legacy of my own potential, and the toilet bowl that ends up swallowing most of what I have to say.
And yet, when you lose focus, it all means nothing. You slowly become that norm when you refuse to use your skills. You lost that edge of free thinking. You lose the rebellion that drives you to write and to continue onward. You aren't a coward for holding a job, even if you don't like it at times. You aren't a fool for being part of a system that you have a problem with. You are only a coward if you become complacent to how you resist that system, or if you fail to do your job.
This is your escape. You are a middling 23 year old with so called delusions of grandeur. Your goals are attainable, but only through the work you put off for no goddamn reason. You procrastinate, you make excuses, and you let yourself get caught up with the rest of your friends who let their aspirations die. It doesn't matter that college proved to be too tedious for you, or that work doesn't pay enough, so long as you keep trying to move forward. To keep that drive alive, to finish those books, and to write all those little ideas that flood you at times.
You are forgetting that writing is a reflection of yourself. A perfect mirror that represents your subconscious. Sometimes, I think that is why you are afraid to keep writing. You are afraid to know how you really feel. To take an inquisitive look at your soul, and to declare it as something you don't like, or are afraid to be.
Not facing this is the worst possible mistake you will ever make. To be afraid of yourself, your own potential. To waste away the lavish gifts of your own mind, and to
Not having great ideas shouldn't stop you from writing fiction. Even lengthy additions to your slush pile might become something someday. You have to remember that writing itself is a skill that you can hone. That in the past, you have pulled out incredible thoughts, reflections, and assertions. Little tidbits that reflected pieces of your humanity in ways that actions couldn't.
You have to remember that actions are what opinions are based off of, but that those assertions may be wrong. We are driven to work, to act a certain way, and to say exactly what we are supposed to in order to move up, to be respected, and to agree with the norm. Your actions may assert this, but your thoughts don't have to follow suit. My thoughts often wander between the fantastic and the dismal, between the enduring legacy of my own potential, and the toilet bowl that ends up swallowing most of what I have to say.
And yet, when you lose focus, it all means nothing. You slowly become that norm when you refuse to use your skills. You lost that edge of free thinking. You lose the rebellion that drives you to write and to continue onward. You aren't a coward for holding a job, even if you don't like it at times. You aren't a fool for being part of a system that you have a problem with. You are only a coward if you become complacent to how you resist that system, or if you fail to do your job.
This is your escape. You are a middling 23 year old with so called delusions of grandeur. Your goals are attainable, but only through the work you put off for no goddamn reason. You procrastinate, you make excuses, and you let yourself get caught up with the rest of your friends who let their aspirations die. It doesn't matter that college proved to be too tedious for you, or that work doesn't pay enough, so long as you keep trying to move forward. To keep that drive alive, to finish those books, and to write all those little ideas that flood you at times.
You are forgetting that writing is a reflection of yourself. A perfect mirror that represents your subconscious. Sometimes, I think that is why you are afraid to keep writing. You are afraid to know how you really feel. To take an inquisitive look at your soul, and to declare it as something you don't like, or are afraid to be.
Not facing this is the worst possible mistake you will ever make. To be afraid of yourself, your own potential. To waste away the lavish gifts of your own mind, and to
