God!! I'm trying to write again, and it hurts. Parts of my brain have rusted away with disuse, I think. I know I have the capability and talent, but the discipline has always been sorely lacking. There's always something to do that will provide more immediate results to my life. Like playing on the Xbox, for instance...
I have no problem pouring out my soul into an email, or coming up with creative bizarre weirdness on the fly. But tying it together into a cohesive whole, with imagry and characterization, breathing enough life into it so that it can stand alone, apart from anything I am...it's like spooning out parts of your own grey matter and twisting it into a balloon animal for a party trick.
I have no problem pouring out my soul into an email, or coming up with creative bizarre weirdness on the fly. But tying it together into a cohesive whole, with imagry and characterization, breathing enough life into it so that it can stand alone, apart from anything I am...it's like spooning out parts of your own grey matter and twisting it into a balloon animal for a party trick.