2001-04-04 - 7:57 p.m.
#36: No Need for Deep Dark Secrets (that aren't revealed in this entry)
Note to self: Hmmmm.... Another day, another blank area of notepad to fill with my rambling typing, and absolutely zippola to type about. Normally I'd skip a day (or two, or three) if this happens, but today of all days I suddenly felt like writing. So this either means I think about a subject to type about semi relevant to today, or I use one of my "backup subjects". Hmmmmmm.... Well, perhaps today is the day. Yes. The day that I finally reveal that I'm really-- Oh wait, I got another subject now. Let's use that.
I'm not entirely sure if scribbling in this journal on a regular basis is having a good effect on my creative writing skills. I mean the old theory about this sort of thing is: The more you do something, the better you get at it. Hence, the more I write, the better I churn out prose, right? But see, my theory is that writing comes from a well deep inside the mind; think of it as a writing gland or something. Now if you don't use the well or gland for a while, it starts to fill up and gets bigger and bigger and all the goodly writing moisture is just so waiting to seep out that when you pick up a pen, BOOM! All this l33t writing skills just leap out of your brain and unto the nearest piece of paper like a.... like a.... like a really spurty, leapy thing.
So if you leave the writing gland alone, it gets to have a build up of all these ideas for you to rush to keep up with when it finally gets loose. Now the problem comes after the rush sorts of ebbs away, and leaves you with this dry, shrivelled up husk of a creative gland. It gets harder to put out something decent and more importantly, DIFFERENT in writing than what you've done previously; and this search for creative spark just takes away from almost everything else you're trying to do. Which is damn annoying when you feel like doing a bit of writing and have nothing to write about.
I'm mentioning this mainly because of the false (re)start of three different fanfics I've been trying to work on. I mean, sure I took a break from them for.... a while (*coughs* a year or two or more *coughs*) But today could have been the day when, seized by inspiration, I would be gripped by my keyboard fingers and pulled in a loving embrace to notepad on my computer screen. And there, I would dance once again in the worlds I had created for all the little characters, rejoicing in the spontaneity of the moment and injecting fresh, new ideas to bring those fics back to life again! Unfortunately none of the above happened, and the best I could do was wiggle my fingers at the keyboard; hoping that the exercise would somehow cause them to leap to life on their own and do their own fanfic writing thing. It was the least they could have done afterall. *sighs*
Maybe I should take up reading again. And reading something other than what I've been REreading. Terry Pratchett and David Eddings are both good, but something is deadly wrong when I'm reading Interesting Times for the tenth time. But on the otherhand, I really don't want to waste time on reading books that are boring or end really, really badly. I'm not as adventurous in book reading as I used to be.... And even back then, I read mainly sci-fi and fantasy. Never found much interest in general fiction books. Oh wait, I just realised something. I still haven't read any of the Harry Potter books past the first one (and I think I might be the only one). There's something I should be doing then, and maybe I could rip off or gain new material from reading them. (to put it bluntly. it's not shameless plagiarism, just a little bit guilty. O.o)
I notice that I use more incoherent platitudes when I really have nothing to say. Ick.
