I feel like my writing and I have a long-distance relationship even though we live in the same city, if that makes any sense. I come up with all these great ideas for stories or additions to previous stories which I feel is kind of like talking to someone on the phone. But I never stop to sit down and write--I never get face to face with my writing anymore.
With poetry, I feel like it's even worse. I'll get these vague feelings--like it's sending me a text. But I don't know how to respond or I get distracted, so I just don't respond then I forget all about it.
I keep putting other things before my writing, and I feel horrible about that, but I just feel so busy right now. With classes and clubs and trips and special events. Sometimes, though, I think that I trick myself into thinking I'm busier than I am.
For instance, tonight, I have not done anything of worth except read my chapters of Mere Christianity and talking to Jen, because she really needed to talk. Besides that, I seriously got on LJ for the first time in forever, I wrote a blog, I checked some random accounts, and now I'm on here.
Hell, I could be working on a story or poem right now!
:Sigh:
I feel like such a bad writer right now.







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When life gives you lemons suck on them and die you stupid lemon suckers......
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Her hair was night
Her eyes were ice
Her smile was fire
Her wings were unlife
And they called her...
Angelique
(c)spacegirl92
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When life gives you lemons suck on them and die you stupid lemon suckers......
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Her hair was night
Her eyes were ice
Her smile was fire
Her wings were unlife
And they called her...
Angelique
(c)spacegirl92
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When life gives you lemons suck on them and die you stupid lemon suckers......
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