There are so many words in my head, I don't know what to do with them all. So many stories, entire worlds even, lurk inside my head, just waiting for me to write them down, for me to use my words to form them. Sometimes, it's a nice thing. Other times, it's a curse. At times, I can't sleep for the words spinning round and round in my mind. Sometimes, I can't even figure out what I'm thinking, because my thoughts are rushing from story to story, from thought to thought.
Believe me, the life of a writer is difficult, and usually lonely. To be a writer is to be misunderstood.
- Aimee
True. I sometimes feel as if I am alone in the world, playing hopscotch with the words and thoughts. I found it's best to sit down and write whatever comes to mind. If it haunts you to that effect, please, pacify it by allowing it to express itself. Keep a pen/pencil and paper handy for such occasions. You'll find yourself, if you don't have pen and paper handy, texting it to youself. (save it in 'drafts' for safe keeping until you can get home to write it down)
ReplyDeleteI've done that before! In the middle of the night, when I was too half asleep to actually wake up and get some paper and a pencil, I just wrote an entire poem on my phone, haha
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