So here I am, on a blog site, not many followers (thats fine with me to be honest since I rarely update my blog with anything informative or creative) and for some reason having an itch to write.
I haven’t written anything creative in forever, the last time being in highschool I do believe for a creative writing class. That short story was based in a world like Sin City, no colours other than black, white and shades of grey. It was about a boy who lost the girl in which he shared feelings for after a fit of rage that took over him, and after realizing what he did, mutilated himself until his death.
Now you must understand that I wrote this as a teenager full of angst and supposedly depressing thoughts (many kids my age at the time thought this way). Thinking I was being deep and insightful into the human soul I wrote this, and actually being well received in my class for my use of colour for feelings (being very drab works with kids apparently) and for the descriptions I gave for the surroundings my character was in.
Now after this story, creatively titled “Romance is Red”, I didn’t write again. Maybe I thought my creative climax had hit me and that I couldn’t progress any farther than that one story. Sure I wrote other stories before that, but most of them I threw aside thinking they weren’t worth a second look like a mound of shit would. So after that one story, I simply stopped writing. I felt no need to nor did I feel the pull to write anymore. The idea of having other people read what you write, grow a world in their minds that you help form just simply died for me.
So why the recent drive to write? There is no reason behind it, and this won’t be the last time I feel this way since this itself isn’t the first time I’ve felt this way? Will I try and keep up with writing? I’ll certainly try, but will I be successful? Highly doubtful. Sadly I still have no real drive to write something, to do the work of building up vocabulary to really get my ideas across, or digging up information of what I wish to write (you can’t tell a world war two story without knowing key details on the parts of the war you’re writing right?).
Will I try to create a fictional story to allow my mind wander and explore itself? Maybe. Or will I create a non-fictional time frame in which I retell a story which has probably been retold before? Highly unlikely.
So why even try? Because why did I even give up in the first place? My reasoning wasn’t that good to start off and the mind needs an outlet, a way to express itself outside of the daily tasks it performs.
I just simply need this to exist to my fullest. Will it make sense all the time? Fuck no. Do I care? A bit.