"I went down to the woods today to see what I could see - I saw a deer, and she told me that she was free." - lyrics to some song, the name of which has left me.
Just, I think it's peculiar that such simple lyrics, such simple words, can evoke such an image.
An image I'm very much missing in my writing.
Fuck.
Whatever words that I do come up with, they seem empty. Lacking in something, something that I can't put my finger on - partially experience, I think, but definitely something more as well, something that I've a sneaking suspicion is skill. -__- practice makes perfect?
Bullshit.
I write at least an hour a day, everyday.
And I'm still very much lacking in any rhythm, flow, beauty and... I don't know... art, I suppose. It just looks like words on a page - no matter how I tweak the font, change my style, it just looks like words on a page.
-and I thought I was on a roll yesterday. Turns out I'd only written about 4000 words. OTL
Alright, well I'm going to drink tea out of a tea pot and scribble on my arms for a bit with permanent marker.
Cheerio, loves!
<3
Pft, you think that *your* stories lack rhythm, flow and beauty? Take a look at yourself honey.
ReplyDeleteYour stories are EPIC, and don't ever compare them to anybody else's.
They'll never compare in the ways you want them to because a) you are your own worst critic (it's a widely accepted fact) and b) EVERYONE IS DIFFERENT!!
So sweetie, you're writing is perfect just the way it is! <3
~your biggest fan!
Stop making me feel better, damn it! I'm angsting, GOSH. (kidding~)
DeleteYou are such a lovely girl, Sunny (you use aliases online, ja?). Don't let me and my need to broadcast my feelings on the internet get you down, kay?
You have such a way with words. <3
Love you~