I am still here
I’ve wanted to write lately but nothing in particular came to mind. I want my writing to be irksome, mysterious, beautiful, and succinct. Little punctuation. I want it to be one of those rare days when the words flow from the tips of my fingers and I’ve forgotten that I’m writing. I want to notice nothing outside of my own space, just myself.
There have been weeks in my day job in which I’ve written around 150,000 words or more. Words just coming from my brain. Me, creating something from absolutely nothing. I love that. Being able to conjure up all those words. I think it’s sad, how we forget how beautiful our minds are. I wish it were easier to take a step back and think.
So here’s my thing today: I don’t have any certain life experience to talk about. I don’t have a story. I wish there was something there for me to write about but when life really goes into motion everything has its own special way of turning into a blur.
Sometimes I feel like I’m living and other times I feel I’m just standing alone watching it all go by. Honestly, I’ll take it either way. I don’t mind.
So this is just me telling you that I’m still around, guys. I have a lot of creative projects lined up and I think I’m just trying to get it all in order. The rest of the year is going to be big for me.
I hope you’re doing wonderful. If you have any tips for beating writer's block then please leave a comment.