Writing well [journal] It happens often: sitting on the bus going to work i think of something grand to write about. usually it's an idea for a novel. my heart begins to race as the idea grows in complexity and originality. chapter by chapter, point by point my head blares with creative fireworks. when i finally get home, plop myself in front of a computer screen and hover my fingers over the keyboard, i'm at a loss; i can't come up with anything; i'm catatonic schizophrenic boy.
Where do my ideas go? why can i not get my ideas across? is it just a lack of writing skills or experience?
Tonight i tried working on a story floating in the recesses of my head for a long time, but as i said, i sat before my screen at a loss. the story takes place in the
future when today's societal problems are more visible: parents with no parenting skills. they replace time, nurture and patience with pills; the gullible majority are happy and the intelligent minority are apathetic. Choices fill the world, but the option of a better life is near impossible, to call it a choice is more joke than fact--oh and, of course, i'll throw in some sex, love, violence and betrayal.
After my ego-beatdown i browsed the internet for some help, and I came across a few sites with good advice on writing. the problem with me is that i'll forget it by tomorrow. how sad!
Update: predicting my forgetfulness i then decided to look around for some good blog sites to read. maybe their skill will rub off on me, or maybe i've just found something else to do at 4 a.m. in the morning. yipee!
