I am not a journaler! Never have been. I've tried, but always quit because I tend to feel like a pervert writing to myself about my own feelings. It's a whole lot of metafeeling (google it *&#$). I've tried to write to someone else, but we all know that the "someone else" really dosen't exist and we are back to the pervert issues.
Nevertheless, here I am again, writing my thoughts. Journaling, if you must. My plan this time is to write to the world. I figure I have so much to say and surely there is at least one lonely and bored individual that may find humor, solace, or relief from my bantar. One can truly only hope.
In the beginning . . . I didn't create anything. I want to though. I love to write, to dream, to be the idea man, and to create. Writing for me is God-like; the ability to "birth" characters and direct their every actions. I have, in the past, created - I've started many books, outlines many adventures, and dreamed stories that only a psychopath can imagine. But I cannot seem to finish. I have difficulty with the details, the dialogue, and the meat of the story. I am also lazy. I write and then get bored with the characters or get to entrentched into American Idol or Dancing With The Stars. I get on tangents or other avenues of thought and BOOM, I am off the story.
So here I am again, writing. My hope it to write my thoughts, feelings, and sadness with the intentions of returning to world of creating. I have seen others publish and their work SUCKS. But yet they publish. I want that. I want to do without the sucking part. So I write. I'll continue to write, maybe my thoughts, maybe political banter, maybe frustrations. But I'll write.
Until next time . . .
