So ... I was quite bored in my classes today and in order to keep myself awake, I devised a method--coming up with new story ideas. smile
It worked, just barely. But I did get a ton of awesome new ideas, trouble is I have no time to begin writing them and with the way my brain is working these days I'm not sure if I'd get past five pages. It's very sad. I used to write for hours on end every day in my room, writing pages and pages. Those were such wonderful days.
Alas, those days are past. Now I am confined to dreadful midterm essays and other such things which turn my brain to hot, melting wax type stuff that leaks out of my ears.
There is no hope. That which was once pleasure is now mere academic mush. For my fair mind was not wired for essays, only for the imagination and creativity which making beautiful, complicated, mysterious worlds, peoples, and cultures require.
(What the heck am I rambling on about?)
 afamjfjaffhafhlauf · Wed Mar 18, 2009 @ 08:12pm · 1 Comments |
