I've recently been entertaining the thought of venturing outward, away from the comfortable and safe. Force myself to grow in a new environment, even if it's just for a short while. To boldly go where no... ME has ever gone before. (Seriously, so much Star Trek) The one thing keeping me here is the small group of people that I'm still in community with. Outside of the few times a week I spend with them, my life kinda sucks at the moment. I'm acquiring more expenses and not so lucky with acquiring more hours to take care of them. Nearly all of my days off have turned into days by myself, I'm suffocating. Living with people who are related to each other has given me a front row seat to remind me of one of the things I miss most, my family.
I've been researching what it takes to be a writer. The more interviews I read the clearer it becomes that one should write what they know. Write from experience. That has really struck a cord because I am voluntarily going through near identical experiences every day. If I was to write about what I know now, all of it would be stale and sound the same. I need to have experiences or else I'm going to sit in front of a blank page for the rest of my life without anything to say.
Sorry for the downer post, go have a new experience.
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