I am writing again. This time though, I am writing a story. A long winded, confusing story that I have intertwined with parts of my life and part of my creation. I am lost, working on it, breathing it, living it. The words flow out of me like an unebbing river. I lose track of time, and I realize the story. The story. Is all that I think about these days.
Perhaps this is what it is, to love what you do so much that you never notice the time. That really, in all honest, all I want to do is sit here and finish this story, just hash it out completely. I dont want to stop until its all out of me, all my words, all my ideas.
The story is there, in my head. I just need to get it on to paper now, and perhaps one day, if Im really really lucky. You might be able to read it too
Perhaps this is what it is, to love what you do so much that you never notice the time. That really, in all honest, all I want to do is sit here and finish this story, just hash it out completely. I dont want to stop until its all out of me, all my words, all my ideas.
The story is there, in my head. I just need to get it on to paper now, and perhaps one day, if Im really really lucky. You might be able to read it too
I want to read it! Maybe one day from the pages of a hardcover, autographed book! xx
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ReplyDeletelove
i have lost track of your whereabouts
chronology and timeline
the plot and and play of emotions
i know a thing or two
about being an audience
that after a while
you get instinctively protective
of the protagonist
there is always a side of the character
that appeals
that identifies
it created an extraordinary bond
between the reader
and the protagonist
all the drama and upheavals
sounded good in fiction.
but in truth
the tears are real
and so is the broken heart.
can i suggest a para..
from a reader to the one being read
http://www.yasminmogahed.com/2012/01/03/this-is-love/
out of respect and inadequacy
to lend a strength when most needed
i feel helpless every time you are broken
and that hurts.
please read.
i meant well.
muse