I've had all sorts of inspired moments, images and ideas that make me long to write. But when I sit before this behemoth glowing screen, they evaporate. I can't promise anything; the best I can do is make a post about it. Has it come to this? Good writing about not writing about the fear of writing about the anger of bad writing about the love of writing. I am pretentious. Yes. I have always pretended. But I will continue to pretend, even after some of my pretentions have come to fruition in the form of reality.
I am a child in this imaginary playground, wanting to fly but needing to swing.
just start typing. i find that my really stupid ideas become better after about 20 minutes of steady typing and then going back and editing up a storm. just start. start by writing about your morning. for some reason, that is my favorite topic to write about. i'm constantly going back to that.
ReplyDeletemost times, it takes me about an hour to post something. the other night a wrote two complete single spaced pages for my daily blog entry and ended up just editing it down to a seven or eight line poem. just gettin stuff out.