Here's the thing, writing can be many things. It can be freeing, or it can be confining. It can induce happiness or it can make you want to smash your head into the wall repeatedly. With that, why do we, as writers, insist on putting ourselves through this? Why I ask you! WHYYYYY!? The truth? I have no idea. If I knew the answer to that I wouldn't be having emotions equivalent to a frustrated Hulk directed at my computer. "Hulk SMASH!!" Anyway, I just wanted to ask. Somedays I feel I can write anything and all my writing aspirations are a breath away because I ooze talent beyond compare.....yeah ok, not really, I have never had that much confidence, but you get the idea. I at least feel like me being a writer is not such a crazy idea. Then I have days where all I want to do is curl up into a ball and cry over my unfinished stories, watching my tears streak the page as I drift slowly into madness and despair, AHHHHH!.....yeah, ok, again that's probably overdramatic. But I do question my life choices. But then, do you know what happens? I go back to being a writer. It's weird, you'd think the mental anguish that can be induced by feeling like a failed never has been would be enough to make anyone throw in the proverbial towel and announce, "Nay Shall I ever again place quill to parchment!" or, however, someone like Shakespeare would do that. I wonder if he ever actually did that? Eh, doesn't matter. The point is, I'm writing. And, I probably will continue to do so. Despite the temper tantrums and despair. Because, the bottom line, is I like the positive vibes I get when I write. Even this random ramble, has made me feel better already.
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