So many thoughts, my head is all full. I guess it’s important to go outside more and face the world.
When you’re lost in a pool of ideas, and typing as if you are machine connected to a program. You need to talk to friends and not worry.
But writers become lost in their stories. They develop a strange sort of relationship with their characters.
Other people’s opinions and ideas are fresh meat for the meal, a smorgasbord of aspects to consider.
You become lost in the imaginary. In planning your next move. Outside the sky is blue and it’s only minus two degrees Celsius.
Go for a walk and see your neighbours out with pets. Go for a coffee, meet a friend, or eavesdrop on the conversations of perfect strangers.
Get away from the online. Social media can be exhausting. Forget about your dear internet friends, and make a new friend whose real and has a life you can hear about and talk with them.
Forget about guys who treat you badly. And forget about all the subtext behind chatting or messaging. Trying to judge what’s real with a keyboard and screen.
Remember people build their own profile and appear who they want to be. Better to meet a guy at a bar, sadly. Better to meet someone at the grocery store or while sipping tea.
Better to get outside and be single. Forget pressure from your ex who still wants to be together. Forget pressure from guys who only want to get laid.
There is everything to write and not enough time in the day. There is all these feelings to feel, but are they real?
Everyday is a blank page and I fill it up until I’m exhausted. I’m trying to keep busy but I don’t know how it could be busier.
I have dreams. I’m only trying to make them real. I can’t help that my dreams are in another world and my characters are in such a state–
I have to type more words and solve their problem. I have to plan more to reach the denouement. I have to write a good story that somehow pleases me and other people.
I need to relax under a bright sunny sky. Sitting on a beach. I think it’s been years. I need to sit in the sun and read a paperback. I need to feel sand warm beneath my feet.
I need to find a happy medium. This pace is stressful and I’m always afraid of returning to darker days. I need to make myself real.
I don’t want to miss connections in the outside world.I need a healthy mix of alone time and vivid memories with my friends. I’d like to try something new.
Inspiration and energy amisdt a large crowd. A beer in my hand, no wait, I’m on a diet. So, a glass of Perrier and lime juice will do, soaking up conversations, sun, and new faces.
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