Though I was planning on focusing on writing fiction instead of the usual journal writing, I cant stay away from it. There is something therapeutic about it. A journal is someone to talk to. Doesn't judge, doesn't talk about their life, And there will never be any sexual tension between the journal and I. Its no secret that I don't like talking about my feelings. Its not that I'm trying to come off as manly or i bury all my emotions. Opening up to people is just uncomfortable for me.
Also i like journal writing because there is no pressure. You are free to write garbage and not care about grammar or spelling. You can write what ever you want and not have to stick to one constant theme. I don't treat my blog like a blog. I have no intention of becoming a blogger or of people reading this. I just need someplace to organize all my writing by date. I hope that one day ill be able to see improvement. Journal writing is a good way to hone in your writing skills and figure out your style. I am still yet to find mine. But this doesn't worry me because i am fifteen with plenty of time left to write.
Lately I have been enjoying poetry. Reading it, trying to understand it and above all attempting it. I don't consider myself talented at writing poetry. But i have improved and that is really all i can hope for. I fancy the idea of being a poet. I like writing poetry because i have to actively think it. opposed to writing fiction or a journal where I just go into auto pilot.
I don't have much on my mind today. But I'm going to try to start writing daily in one form or another. This girl i was rather smitten over is in a relationship with a boy that i hate. Even though i have really never talked to her, I am aggravated to no end by this. She is damn sexy but has a thing for tools and pieces of shit.
I'm hoping to do more writing today. Hopefully a short story or a poem. Once I'm done writing this I’m going to take a shower where i come up with all my ideas. If i cant think of anything i will be forced to do a randomly generated writing prompt. And i despise those.
I had a good idea for a poem the other night while laying in bed. It had a theme of suicide. But like a fool I just planed on writing it in the morning. I now have zero memory of it.
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