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I love to write. Since I was little, I've been creating universes in my head. It was my way of escaping the real world. While I may not have always had the dedication to the craft that I've tried lately to cultivate, I've always had the ideas.
My friend and I are crafting a world right now. She has a character and I have a character. My character is slowing coming out of her bubble, an experience that I'm enjoying writing but tonight I want to scream "STAY IN YOUR BUBBLE!" Mostly because I want to stay in my bubble.
I hadn't meant to rant in this journal, especially since I don't talk about the good things that happen to me. And it always feels like it's Sundays that bear the brunt of my angst. Maybe because Sundays are the days when I have to be the most real to people. Drama always edges in.
I hate Sundays.
Even I must admit that the RL drama is always good for my writing. Without this external angst, I couldn't write this rather internal drama (as all good writing starts out inside the writer, percolating until it spews forth). I also think that I'm missing my sisters right now. Seeing them non-stop for two weeks was really nice. Wearying but nice.
My friend and I are crafting a world right now. She has a character and I have a character. My character is slowing coming out of her bubble, an experience that I'm enjoying writing but tonight I want to scream "STAY IN YOUR BUBBLE!" Mostly because I want to stay in my bubble.
I hadn't meant to rant in this journal, especially since I don't talk about the good things that happen to me. And it always feels like it's Sundays that bear the brunt of my angst. Maybe because Sundays are the days when I have to be the most real to people. Drama always edges in.
I hate Sundays.
Even I must admit that the RL drama is always good for my writing. Without this external angst, I couldn't write this rather internal drama (as all good writing starts out inside the writer, percolating until it spews forth). I also think that I'm missing my sisters right now. Seeing them non-stop for two weeks was really nice. Wearying but nice.
