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Current Desires
Feb. 1st, 2019 04:28 pmI desire creativity. The force that pulled me through my youth and gave me dreams. Spilling words onto the page has not come to me as easy now as it did then. My mind cannot see what scenes once developed. I cannot hear the voices of my characters nor truly bring them to life.
My hopes for a different occupation have fled into the night.
Even this feels forced and unnatural. Words strung together trying to find meaning, attempting to be thoughtful. I cannot even extend the metaphors as much as I would like. How could I make it sound real? What do I need to do for my words to resonate with myself once again?
I want to write again and to write well. I want to make worlds and the people within them. I wish to follow the stories and bring forth vibrant landscapes.
The craft is ever slipping me by the more I stay still, yearning for it. I know action is necessary. I know this and yet I find myself pausing at every opportunity.
My hopes for a different occupation have fled into the night.
Even this feels forced and unnatural. Words strung together trying to find meaning, attempting to be thoughtful. I cannot even extend the metaphors as much as I would like. How could I make it sound real? What do I need to do for my words to resonate with myself once again?
I want to write again and to write well. I want to make worlds and the people within them. I wish to follow the stories and bring forth vibrant landscapes.
The craft is ever slipping me by the more I stay still, yearning for it. I know action is necessary. I know this and yet I find myself pausing at every opportunity.
