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Stories have Power
I sit here and write this as rain pelts my apartment’s windows, it’s coats them with moisture and I’m reminded of the days when I used to sit at home in my room at my parents house and lie on my bed listening to the rain, thinking about the places I could be, of all of the lives I could live and the people I could be. Even as a kid, I remember I had a big imagination. I would always dream of being somewhere else, of having someone by my side and all of the places I could do. Stories have power. Writing has power. It’s been said before.…
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Guilt Attacks Writing, But It Too Shall Pass
So I had this brilliant notion of a writing schedule. I proclaim I’m going to do it. Cue the next three days: Sitting around watching movies instead of writing. For one I just couldn’t bring myself to write. It’s a horrible, all encompassing feeling where I sit down, open Scrivener and nothing comes to mind. Nothing leaves my fingers. I just wanted to curl up in a ball under my blanket and watch Pompeii and the rest of Private Practice. So I did. I felt so much guilt for it. I have always felt this way, but I guess it’s because I’ve been a serial student for a long time…