But what they gave me wasn’t too…inspiring.
I love to be inspired, but I guess I’m more inspired when I find something myself. It’s just a thing I suppose.
There are so many things that I want to write, so I better get started now.
I’ve always wanted to write a book that was poetic and about just life and the struggles someone faces. But it would have to be something moving and touching and realistic. But I also want to write a book about adventure and danger. I want to write a coming of age story (since, oh I just came of age, I suppose).
My big problem is, I write eight things at once, and I’m never sure which one I want to finish first, or even finish.
I’m going to sort through all this. I’m going to be better. I promise.
People say there aren’t enough hours in the day…I say, we should stop wasting our hours. I know I do. I’ve sat down and stared at my computer screen when I could’ve been doing something. So, I’ll do less of wasting my hours with nothing.
Wait…what was the point of this post……..? OH RIGHT!!!!! WordPress not giving me the needed inspiration.
Maybe I’m just inspired by other things than pictures of houses and asking what ghosts are in them. I do better looking at a picture and then seeing what it makes me think of on it’s own, not some generated quote. You know?
But when inspiration comes, it hits me just like that and doesn’t let go until I write it all out.
Please tell me you’ve felt that too…