Words -- an inspiration that keeps my mind going. I wonder where they've all gone. They never come to me at the right times anymore. I can't grasp my ideas neatly anymore. I've lost my sense of organization. I wonder what made things like this, what messed my imagination up. I think I never had it in me, the talent to write. It's quite frustrating, thinking that I thought I had it all along when I never did.
Why do I keep on starting my sentences with 'I'? Can't I think of anything else? Can't I vary my sentence structures? burning_eyes This is really just frustrating. Yes, I'm that lame that I can't think of another word for 'frustrating' right now. Isn't that lovely? I no longer have a sense of imagination. I wish I did. I can't even finish writing one chapter of a story. I've only, at most, done excerpts where I don't know how to follow. I suck at description, I'm only good at comprehension, and I envy the imaginative minds who were given the gift and drive of the beauty in writing.
And yes, I am not satisfied with just reading beautiful works. I want to make ones of my own. I am upset with my lousy self.
 Mary Hiryu · Sun Dec 09, 2007 @ 11:13am · 0 Comments |
