Writing is something I love. I love it so much and it makes me feel things that I could never experience otherwise. Today I wrote the third part of my kind of autobiographical story. I have always been in love with this format for me and I hope other really understand how much it means to me.
When I finished my novel last month I didn't really know what to do with myself. I mean I have other writing projects to finish and hopefully one day I will finish the story that me and my friend Justin are writing but for some reason when I finished Garrek I felt empty.
Like I had run out of words. Like I no longer had a writing purpose. I don't even really like Garrek all that much but for some reason finishing something so big and so long a part of my life has really made me feel weird.
I mean I know that in my brain I have two more books to write about Garrek and I might as well start now but in my head I still am telling myself that I hate it. That it is pure garbage and that I should just give up on being a writer even in my off times. Give up on the idea of being gifted with words....
But today, I wrote. I wrote and I had words. I didn't use them all up after all and today I feel like a writer again. I hope you all like part three of the white room.
When I finished my novel last month I didn't really know what to do with myself. I mean I have other writing projects to finish and hopefully one day I will finish the story that me and my friend Justin are writing but for some reason when I finished Garrek I felt empty.
Like I had run out of words. Like I no longer had a writing purpose. I don't even really like Garrek all that much but for some reason finishing something so big and so long a part of my life has really made me feel weird.
I mean I know that in my brain I have two more books to write about Garrek and I might as well start now but in my head I still am telling myself that I hate it. That it is pure garbage and that I should just give up on being a writer even in my off times. Give up on the idea of being gifted with words....
But today, I wrote. I wrote and I had words. I didn't use them all up after all and today I feel like a writer again. I hope you all like part three of the white room.