I seem to have all this creative energy going on in my head but no where to channel it. I find that when I try to sit down and write a spectacular experience, it never quite sounds the way I'd like it to. It's almost as if I'm losing all capability to describe events.
My journalistic instincts tells me to cut out the words - and in doing that, I end up writing some sort of simplified version of events. It's as if all my stories now are glorified versions of "What I did on my summer holiday".
( Just looked up and realized that I used the words 'events' twice in a matter of four sentences. I must be losing it.)
(I also just noticed that this entire blog entry is a bit whiney. Perhaps I should retire and return tomorrow...)
My journalistic instincts tells me to cut out the words - and in doing that, I end up writing some sort of simplified version of events. It's as if all my stories now are glorified versions of "What I did on my summer holiday".
( Just looked up and realized that I used the words 'events' twice in a matter of four sentences. I must be losing it.)
(I also just noticed that this entire blog entry is a bit whiney. Perhaps I should retire and return tomorrow...)
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