Sometimes, I feel an impossible, incurable longing to write, though I may have nothing to write about. I want simply to feel my pencil scroll across the page, to watch tiny scribbling letters ramble and flow.
Unfortunately, though, I am not blessed with the abounding creativity bestowed upon true writers. I am instead forced to remain content with the few lines of poetry that flit through my consciousness now and again. But never the satisfying length of an inspired novel--no, I will relish in and savor the few words my hand does convey.
You know what sometimes even I feel exactly the same way! I scribble whatever comes to my mind, no matter how irrelevant those words are. And sometimes I just keep sketching with my eyes closed and this feels amazing!
ReplyDeleteI wish I had the potential to become a true writer, but it seems like that's not meant for me! *sigh*
Vinny @
It's such a wonderful feeling, isn't it! And sometimes it's those irrelevant words that are the most beautiful in the end, like a glimpse into our subconscious. :)
DeleteYes, I know the feeling. I'm not a very creative fiction author, but sometimes I write it anyway, just for fun!
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