Sunday, March 09, 2008

My creativity makes me crazy

I'm rambling today. Read at your own risk.

No, really, it does. I haven't been posting so much in the past few months (ok so nearly a year) because I have no life. I'm at least half time if not full time on everything, but it's ok for the most part because I can handle it.... I think. I'm pretty happy with the way things are going right now except for the people in my life who get angry at any perceived slight. There is a difference between what they think they hear and what they actually hear. It's sad really, because when people get angry at the drop of a hat before clarifying what they think they heard, I think they must really be miserable in their own lives and need to find control any way they can. It's a game I refuse to play. There are some people who want to make me angry so they feel like they're truly powerful. I choose stoicism instead because getting angry isn't productive and it doesn't do anything for me. I can even ignore the passive aggression that people throw at me because again, the truth is that they want me to respond and frankly I don't feel like it, but I need to get off this because that is not the point of my post. Sometimes I just need to rant.

I consider myself a highly creative person and sometimes all this creativity brings me to a standstill when it comes to my writing. I think I have about fifteen stories in my head and I think at least seven of those are good, but the problem is where do I start? Do I start with the one I started in high school (which was a little while ago). Do I start with my epic adventure? Do I start with this new idea which isn't even the genre I write in most of the time for kicks and giggles? It's making me crazy. I think that what I'm going to do is I'm going to pick one and push through all my blocks when I have them. The goal is to write something every day though my ideas come at times that are highly inappropriate such as when I'm teaching class or when I'm going to class.

I think that sometimes I hate writing as much as I want to do it and other times I love it. I hate writing when I can't do it. I hate it when I can't do it at those inappropriate times and I hate it when I'm blocked. I love it when I have free time (which is difficult to find when I'm working full time, going to school half time and dedicating at least an hour a day to going to the gym)
and I love it when the words come from the tips of my fingers like water.

Having so many unfinished products makes me feel like the Flatliner Flip Flippen's inventory says I am. I just wish I could stick to one story at a time without going out of my mind.

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