Restricted....feeling like you can't do something even though you really want to. That's how I feel right now.
Restricted in my mind because while I would like to write a story about an affair, I can't make it come together. While I feel that a murder mystery story should just jump out of my mind on to the page, it won't. I am officially brain dead.
What is it like to be alive but not live? Why does the writer not write? Where is inspiration?
This sucks. There are so many other things I would rather be saying.
1) what causes people to have affairs
2) why did she shoot her husband
3) the cliche tale of stripping my way through school (even though I secretly enjoy it)
those all seem like fun things to write about.....yet they aren't written. I want to write them but I can't.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! I'm screaming right now, but you can't tell because you're reading this, and even if you were in front of me you wouldn't know I'm screaming because it's not out loud. Maybe I should scream out loud.....I did. I lied. I just said I did.
Just like I said that I want to write about 1,2, and 3. Who knows? Only I do. Actually I don't. I don't know anything.
Here come's a story...nope just a brain fart.
I had a lot of difficulty coming up with something without a restriction as well, I would like to read your future murder mystery/affair story, though.
ReplyDeleteI like the end of this piece and I think you did a good job, overall, on writing with no restrictions. My favorite part is the screaming section. We will never know "the truth" about whether you screamed. It's awesome.
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