start writing again

I wrote a really neat short story called The Bridge – I am actually really proud of it and its going into a small book of short stories and mostly poems that I am writing and going to try to get published. Almost all of the poems and stories have to do with Love and Acceptance and finding yourself-included are a few quotes and inspirational messages…maybe some song lyrics if I can actually come up with some…hehe…
I am also working on my second book to my series – finally…hehe…
I have been writing more lately then probably doing anything else – other then spending times with my family and friends. I’ve been inspired and I’m not willing to let that inspiration slip away. Smiles

Well, I do believe this concludes this
goal. This will be an on-going goal, but
the idea was to get started. My writing has
taken an interesting twist that, again, I
did not expect.

I am continuing to write and will keep going.

Writing for pleasure, I mean. I am tired of writing for school. That is what drained me of my desire to write for myself to begin with.

Sometimes I have ideas, but I just find them hard to articulate and I get annoyed with myself.

I want to start doing this again. Most of it I never shared as they were my own private thoughts, poetry, or love stories. Along the years I just stopped writing thinking that it was not good enough…but good enough for who? this is something that belongs to me!

Well… I picked up my guitar and a few things have come out. Nothing amazing, but its a start. A few riffs that fit together nicely. No lyrics at all though. Can’t get anything there =/

I think I’m giving up on this already – only a few days after adding it. I can’t write. Lyrics… Poetry… Music… Literature… fucking anything. Maybe I’m trying too hard, maybe I’ve lost my creative spark, or maybe I’ve just turned dumb. Either way, sitting there with my guitar today I… I don’t even know how to describe the feeling. I feel like I’ve lost a part of me that was always there but may never be again. I dunno.

All in all, today sucked.

Used to write a lot… music… lyrics… even stories and that. Hell I even used to just write essays sometimes to stimulate myself and force myself to educate a bit and practice my writing ability. I know I’m good with the english language, perhaps even more than good… But I’m letting it go to waste. Needa get back into it.

I have started writing again…but it was never completed. Either I got bored with the idea and tossed it away or I was just too lazy to open it up and let my fingers do all the typing. It’s frustrating because I want to be able to have something completed by the end of the summer. Summer is almost over and my muse has gone on vacation. Argh.

I need to find a muse for my writing.
Something personal, something people can relate to. Something WORTH writing about. But what?
Do people really want angsty teenage love stories, stories about finding acceptance, or what? Do they want something that they can relate to or do they want something they can lose themselves in?
Escapism vs reality

I’ve been writing fiction since I learned how to write. Well I used to write. Lately I haven’t have time or inspiration or what ever I’m lacking to write. I found my old notebook. It starts with really old poems, written when I was 7 years old. The poems ends in 1997 in that notebook and after that, in year 2003, I had written short stories and beginnings of novels. When I was teen I used to write a lot. Perhaps cos I was quite lonely child and book and writing was my own world. And in my stories I lived. I was able to say and do what ever I wanted and I had something that I didn’t had in real life.

I know that I can write. And even quite well. I had amazing imagination and skill to write vividly. I don’t think that skill has gone anywhere. I still write sometimes, but so rarely. I want to start writing again. I written good stories about stuff I had never experienced, and now when I have experienced (oh so much more!) I should be able to write even better ones.

I want to share one poem that I have written when I was 9 or 10 years old. I think it was quite nice :D I translate it for you of course cos it was in Finnish (so this isn’t really the original) :)

Many fairy tales

You have heard
many fairy tales
one is for real
meaning of the life
The most beautiful sentence
that I have heard