Maybe one day I will be able to survive on writing alone. Whether it is for papers, people, books, movies, TV, anything would be good, but the only problem is that words are not coming to me. Blogging used to help out in ways but, whenever I sit down to try and write my brain turns into nothing. The stories I see in my head are epic tales. Characters that have a life of their own, I can see them clear as day. Their actions how they sound, the way they speak.
Now my writing style is different, I write in a notebook, then I type it up and finally when I get a new one I will do the finished product on a typewriter. Something about that sound of the keys and possible the nostalgic value coming out, plus most of the greats used type writers. For a while I attempted to write while I was drinking, the only problem is my already messy handwriting got even worse. Now I am as sober as I could ever be. The only true vice that I have is Nicotine and Caffeine, which turns out doesn’t help.
It might just be a curse of writers block, ideally writing these blogs and maybe even chatting and posting on here may help out.
Well see you next time Space Cowboys