Lately I've been wondering if artists live the lives they do so they can create or if it is the other way around? People turn into artists because of the life they live? Writing is therapeutic, just as creating a painting, a song, trying to capture just the right scene in the space of a lens. I am beginning to write about the past three years. To sum it all up into whatever it was. It is always evolving, as am I. I am at the gap between living in water and on land. I am trying to figure out what my limits are, just how far I can really go. My god, it is frightening. But I want to write about it. I feel like I've forgotten how to write, but I think I just need to do and stop thinking so much. Sometimes it is not the act of writing but the sitting down, keyboard, fingers, brain and churning out sentences that are elementary at best, characters that are one sided, dialogue a pre-schooler could have scripted, to get to that part, the part I used to wake up in the middle of the night to write, the part I would dream up in the shower, while driving, while sitting in front of a screen writing because that was what I did everyday.
Now, after 3 years of new experiences, of lessons learned, of lessons not quite learned but experienced, I am ready to sit down, write a whole lot of bullshit to get to the meat, the tender, juicy parts. And hopefully, better metaphors.
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