Writers Block

Just another listless day. I feel really worn down, as if I’m on the last shred of stable ground before it all crumbles underneath me. I have thoughts in my head and an urge to release them, but nothing comes. I feel the need to write. I want to pour myself into another existence, one that I control, one that I master. I want to be another person, immersed in someone else space. I want slide in and out of thoughts that don’t belong to me, and yet that I have created. I want to know the future and carve the past as I see fit. I want to allow love to blossom and pain to bleed. I want to be beautiful and witty and have sparkling eyes. I want to fall head first into another dimension and just stay there.

That happens when I write, when I spill out my guts into some form of fiction.

But theres a wall. A big wall. I want to crush it, smash it, destroy it. It invades everything, even my diary. I have things I want to say, things I want to keep on record for my memory… but when it comes time to open the floodgates, I find I have lost the key… or the water has dried up… or I’m simply just not in the mood to get up and allow things to come forth. It makes me sick. Just a little upset. I know what I need to do, and yet, I feel helpless to do it.

darkart

October 17, 2001

Just take some time, Rome wasn’t built in a day so neither should you rush into anything!

I’ve been there. Hell, I’m still there now. I have all these ideas but I just… can’t get them down. It stinks. But it’s better than having a Britney Spears song stuck in my head. =o) Have a fantastic day! ~

I know, I get the same way too…I haven’t been writing hardly at all because I couldn’t at work and now that I have my cable modem I haven’t been able to get anything out for the last two days. It sucks. Some wierd form of writers block I guess.

gaping insecurities

it will come. don’t worry 🙂

ryn~ autumn seasons i stumbled upon those old words and it hurt to remember. he had been looking forward to this autumn all this life. everything and anything. the scar by now has probably disappeared, but one never forgets.

*hugs* I think I know a little of how you feel, but it will pass. You’ll go and see your baby and be inspired. Take care.

*Huggs* You dont need to write to be a beautiful, witty, special person… You are already that person. I know how it feels though to need to write something, and not know how to start. This will pass, and you will be inspired 🙂 Now dont forget to smile *Big Hugs*

Sorry for the weird update. People kept asking me relentlessly “when are you gonna update your diary?!?!?!” I write when I damn well please. But the badgering didn’t stop. So I threw some of my derrangement at them. I thought it was funny. The reactions were – gross! Haha! gross! Haha! Gross! Haha! etc…. Anyhow, I have a REAL entry up now….

I know how you feel. It’ll get better. Y

what enchanting words you have, even with writer’s block. that’s so something i admire more than most things. that and the way you describe writing, too. that’s one of the most amazing things, to hear what something so dear to you means to someone else who loves the exact same idea in a completely different form.

it’ll get better =) it’s called “writer’s block”…