Hoc erat in votis
This was in my desires
This was in my desires
There are secrets that can not be revealed, for something are "secret" - and there are secrets that only expect spark to explode and come to light in the real world.
There are days when they spend hours and would "do something" and occupied these lapses to ponder a mile a minute about anything, that if my house if the water leak, if the book, the floor the mirror, the food, which I did and I did at the gym ... finally! A bit of everything. Nothing new, simple things of life. But today
d & iacuyou, to just "woke up" inside me, something that is not very good but not bad, just "is" a disability. Yep, something that does not come out. Almost always walk around here writing about the things I can do, go right or wrong, but I do, this is the first time ruminates on a temporary inability, at least that's left of hope.
What is it that I get? Funny how we read, the thing is ... I can not write. Yep, write "something." Well, we put aside the relaxation of the mind, the question is very simple. I write short stories, not so much stories, but a simple story about anythingBut does not come out. Last time I have this concern, the "need" to know that I can write something beyond the blog, something more than an essay or an editorial or column.
want to write a book, okay? - Ugh! I said. Many times I put the notebook or the computer in front of me and nothing comes out. Yes, I know it requires an idea first before you start writing like crazy, but Santos pencils Batman! I swear by the King that I get no head. Leo and I read novels and excite me to think that someday I will see a book I wrote in the hands of someone who reads it. CHTML
XC know it is not easy, I know many things that are "logical" to my disability, but even then calmed myself terrible desire to write, write and write. I-blessed word short stories that can make collect and say "this ball of illusions I wrote them." Is it so complicated? So far yes. Seeking the "spark", "inspiration", the "call of the Muse," the zone "... and just do not leave me.
The blog is the blog, I've never put in my dear diary demerit blog with more thanfive years of existence, with everything and I stopped writing daily, I still have this nice habit of telling me things that come to mind and heart. But oh holy evolution of the green frog! This confidence greater than revealed in this post is beyond my control although it may offend my lovely blog.
not not see this blog, with its thousand-odd entries, is in many ways a book of a thousand and one short story about myself and if I had the biggest ego that I have, take ; to the inputs and make a book. But that's not the idea. Do not want to write a simple ego, to give free rein to egolatra &; Iacute a, is something that is within me a long time, a genuine desire to find the light that leads me to write the greatest story ever told ... by Nef.
Anyway, I'm looking for a touch of the muse and I look forward to. I feel really bad, much less disappointed, not depressed or anything like that. This estrada is a moment of openness to the world of my secrets, an open valve at the right time to avoid falling into the bad feelings.
Greetings.
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