Just a brief note today. Been busy trying not to get too involved in writing, waiting for September.
But… I have this weird fear. That creativity is finite, like it’s something you can just ‘run out of’ like a mineral or something, and that once it’s gone, it’s gone.
Yes, I know, it’s ridiculous. It makes no logical or reasonable sense, but there it is.
I’m working on it, but it’s just one of those weird little things that crops up in my brain, you know?
Other things I’m working on:
I bought a book about writing fiction novels. It’s pretty interesting, but I think I need to start over and take notes. Either they gave me a synopsis at the beginning(probable) or they crammed an awful lot of info in the first few pages. I think I’ll take notes of things that stand out and then keep an eye out for them as I continue reading it.
I’m looking at possibly putting some short stories out there, too. That’s why I’m not putting as much creative stuff on here, as I’m not sure if publishing it once I have put it up will be possible.
I’m getting a lot of advice from a good friend online, and I think he’s given me some good direction. I’m so antsy to get started, though, you know? Patience is something that has taken me years to learn, but I’m still far and away no master of it.
That’s where I’m at right now. Catch ya’ll later! 🙂