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Jun. 18th, 2003 05:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
person4I have been in such a writing mood recently, it's incredible. I still have a short attention span unfortunately, I still keep jumping from fic to fic rather then focusing on one, but since last Thursday I've done more writing then I have all year.
It's amazing when I realize that in high school I was like this every day. I filled notebooks in hours, and never seemed to stop. True, most of it was crap looking back (*snorts* Looking back, like it was a long time ago rather then a year and a half ago or so), but there were some decent ideas and sometimes I consider going through and editing it into something worth posting. It seems a shame to let it all go to waste, especially since it's all still right there, waiting in a handfull or purple notebooks just waiting for their chance to be shown.
I forgot how wonderful it felt, having the words riverrun out of me and forming something that's new and uniquely mine and which'll hopefully bring a smile to other people's faces. Well, not forgot exactly. The love for it's still there, just like it's been since my earliest memories when I'd draw random squiggles on a page then tell my mom what they meant, or when I made my grandma a flipbook because I'd realized that squiggles != words, didn't know how to write yet, and just wanted to tell stories so badly that that seemed the only other choice until I could actually write. But I've been content to just scibble when the mood takes me recently, and haven't been filled with the same passion for it I used to have.
I know it's probably going to go away again sometime soon. Still, while it's lasting I keep staying up as long as I can and waking as early as I can to squeeze in every last moment of writing time I can.
It's amazing when I realize that in high school I was like this every day. I filled notebooks in hours, and never seemed to stop. True, most of it was crap looking back (*snorts* Looking back, like it was a long time ago rather then a year and a half ago or so), but there were some decent ideas and sometimes I consider going through and editing it into something worth posting. It seems a shame to let it all go to waste, especially since it's all still right there, waiting in a handfull or purple notebooks just waiting for their chance to be shown.
I forgot how wonderful it felt, having the words riverrun out of me and forming something that's new and uniquely mine and which'll hopefully bring a smile to other people's faces. Well, not forgot exactly. The love for it's still there, just like it's been since my earliest memories when I'd draw random squiggles on a page then tell my mom what they meant, or when I made my grandma a flipbook because I'd realized that squiggles != words, didn't know how to write yet, and just wanted to tell stories so badly that that seemed the only other choice until I could actually write. But I've been content to just scibble when the mood takes me recently, and haven't been filled with the same passion for it I used to have.
I know it's probably going to go away again sometime soon. Still, while it's lasting I keep staying up as long as I can and waking as early as I can to squeeze in every last moment of writing time I can.