First

 

My first blank page how exciting!

When I write it isn't inspired by the 38 different muses that live in my head and decide to talk over each other constantly. It is rather unnatural anyways to write, first you need something to say, second an intention, then the perfect style to move your reader to tears. 

That keeps you away from writing, it has kept me away anyway. That's why this entry is in a casual language. Otherwise I'd spend 3 hours thinking of the billion ways I could be writing something and then I'd realise that I hadn't gotten out of bed in the entire evening.When that happens, a concrete wall stops any life to get away from my head, which I wouldn't mind if it didn't build up and became exhausting to bear That feeling is so heavy that it makes me freeze in place for a few days. The very act of walking becomes a gargantuan task. 

When I think about writing anything, I realise that everything has already been written. No matter how hard I try there's nothing, I can be better than someone before me. Now, that is a life-sucking thought and so I've decided to do my own thing. I wouldn't consider myself competitive by nature or anything of the sort, however I have these immense ambitions that could've inspired a hero to begin his journey. It seems to be a self-imposed limit. Then, from now on I will try to just have fun with whatever I'm writing, it doesn't need to be the next bestseller.

That is all for today's rambling hopefully tomorrow I have a story for you. 

R.