Posts Tagged ‘writing’

Aspiring writer? Not really… New blog? Yes really.

March 16th, 2010

Basically I bought a different domain because I don’t really want to classify myself as an aspiring writer anymore. That is not to say that I don’t write anymore, I still write from time to time, and I’m still a very imagination driven creature, it’s just something about the term “aspiring writer”. It feels like an aspiring writer would be someone who was a lot more passionate about it than I am. For me writing is something I don’t mind doing, it’s one of the things I do when I’m avoiding studying. (It’s also something I would like to do if I got paid for it, just writing stuff for money sounds good to me.) Although studying really isn’t so bad it’s just that when I imagine starting reading or writing or practicing I get this feeling of disgust in my gut and I find myself unable to start. That’s what school does to you, gives you a phobia towards learning things. Yeah. Well that’s what it did to me anyway.

Also I feel like an aspiring writer is someone who reads. I don’t really read anymore, I feel that it’s simply too time consuming and not rewarding enough. Maybe it’s because I’m “young and restless” I don’t know. Or maybe it’s the handiwork of the awesome school again. Anyway….

The new bloggety blog is over at Dust on a Dusty Road. Dust on a Dusty Road was the name of the first blog I ever had, at like age 13 or 14 or something, and I still like the name so I bought the domain *gasp*. In my defense 10 bucks is not really a lot of money. I don’t think this one even cost 10 bucks, and I used like a coupon to get the other one for like 7 or 8. I think at least. Well anyway. See you over at the other blog… I think?

My Stories Have A Life Of Their Own.

July 1st, 2009

They do, they are live creatures sometimes defying my will and striving towards different endings than I had planned. They fly off completely uninfluenced by the directions I give them, wanting to fly free, no matter how I feel about the way they are heading. I am but a tool for the stories to find their way out unto the “real” world. New characters, creatures and natural elements invented by the story itself, an inhabitant of my mind. Sometimes hiding, sometimes forcing it’s presence upon me, as if it indeed was a separate entity.

Maybe it is human nature to create beings within our minds that reminds us of ourselves, perhaps too much so. However, when I proceed to read the entirety of the stories after they are finished, I can see that they do make sense, at least for the most part. So perhaps it is not the stories but rather myself that subconsciously know what will turn out better, and urge myself to do so or even, a combination of the two.

In seeking wisdom thou art wise; in imagining that thou hast attained it – thou art a fool.
Lord Chesterfield

My inspiration stayed at home.

June 27th, 2009

This might sound a bit weird, but when I went with the rest of my family to visit our grandma for her 85th birthday, my inspiration stayed at home. At the very least it has been avoiding me for the length of my stay so far. I find it challenging to even write this much. Maybe it’s the change of environment, maybe it’s the constant sounds made by the members of our distant family, perhaps just the fact that I’ve not “been in the mood” or a mixture of some or all.

Anyway, in two hours I will be at a birthday party, created somewhat against my grandmothers will, enjoying delicious food, entertaining company(hopefully) and a headache will gradually settle in due to the noise. Hmm, maybe I would be better off in the peace and quiet of the red sofa back home.

Life is wasted on the living.
Douglas Adams