I would like to try and tackle maybe some book reviews if I can manage to sit still long enough to finish a book and not lose my concentration. I also want to try writing some short stories. I have a really good imagination for the most part. I just have a hard time conveying what I am imagining into words sometimes. However, that being said I really want to try and get back into it. I used to write stories as a kid. I even illustrated some of them. It’s amazing how things get lost over the years. I don’t mean physically losing the stories and illustrations, but rather losing the ability over the years to use my imagination the way I used to and to put it into words and make something creative out of it.
I suppose in a way blogging is doing that. However, it’s not the same. Writing about my thoughts and feelings is great and has been very therapeutic in its own way and I will likely never stop doing it. I can’t imagine not ever having this blog and this domain. They have become much a part of who I am as a person. Is that a strange thing to say? No, I don’t think so.
Anyway, I am getting off-topic now. Back to what I was talking about. I want to write. I want to let my creativity unravel and blossom. I don’t know if it’s just my frame of mind right now maybe? Food for thought I guess. Depression seems to do that to me. It makes me more creative, makes me feel more deeply. It’s strange and ironic in a way and even slightly beautiful. It’s a part of me and I would not change it for the world. I think I have to feel sorrow in order to feel joy.
Again, I’m getting off-topic, but I can’t seem to help myself. Sometimes the words just flow, you know? They don’t even always make sense and anyone reading this right now probably thinks I am losing my mind, but it’s quite the opposite. I am feeling inspiration. I just don’t know how to let it out. I don’t know how to turn it into what I see in my head. I see stories. I read a book and I can vividly picture the characters, the setting, the message if there is one and there almost always is.
It’s why I don’t often like watching movies of books I’ve read or at the very least I need to read the book first so that the movie does not ruin it. So it doesn’t shape my mind into seeing things one way when it really wants to see them another way. On the flip side, I am often left sorely disappointed in the movie if I read the book first. I doubt I am alone on that. I know I am not alone on that.
I just have to figure out a way of transforming my ideas into words and sentences again and capture them either here in my blog or in Word or something. I am sure I can do it. I just have to try. There’s something about discovering yourself that never gets old.
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