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Repressed Creativity
Sometimes I have to be a little bold, and write very strange things. It may cause people to doubt my sanity, but at least, even with odd subject matter, it gives me an opportunity to wander thru the dark corridors of the mind. I have been wanting to write without censorship, but I also fear attracting "whack jobs" who can't separate fact from fiction..and that in itself is a good book plot...We learn to star in our own dramas....thru our characters...It takes courage to lay our words on a public chopping block. My Aries temperament has never allowed me to follow formulas, and rules. I don't have much time to read, lately, because it's more fun to write while I have the energy. But I do miss curling up on the couch during spooky weather, and reading something eerie, or a tad naughty.Details make memories stand out more clearly. I simply cannot bear to read boring books. People are often content to deteriorate, and die inside by degrees because this everyday world has grabbed us so tightly by the throat with bills, relationships, routines, and pressures. Some things held deeply inside are so ingrained in our souls that we long to share them. We are often surprised by the number of people who have felt the same, or similar experiences. In turn, we feel more connected to our ancestors, because they lived the actual dramas we can only imagine. A human life is a search to connect on some level. Always...unless you happen to be a whack job..in which case, you might end up in a strange novel....with a name like "Cranston Garver...Pumpkin Carver"....alright..my muse is calling me to go to bed early tonight...I just wish he would tell me his name.....I go to sleep happily..it has been a long...week....
C March 10 2005 Stargazer
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