This is going to be a bit of a thought dump, I’ve just been thinking some things up and decided that I would try to make a coherent stream of consciousness (if there is such a thing) about my relationship with writing, or lack thereof…
In recent years becoming more and more in love with literature has made me crave the ability to write and create something that I could love or be proud of, like I am with my favourite novels. A big difficulty happens here, I don’t have a particularly strong skill in creating interesting stories, characters and themes- everything that makes someone a good storyteller. It is not something that comes very naturally or at all to me in the same way that it does in some of the writers that I know and authors that I admire. It is something that I really, deeply wish I had the knack for and I still have time to try, but in the meantime, I’ll have to make do with perhaps something even better, reading great writing even if I can’t produce my own.
While that is all kind of depressing, not everyone can do everything. I’m quite happy with reading brilliant writing and then writing about brilliant art on this blog, I suppose this relationship with writing is just as important and fulfilling. I am, however, falling in a bit of a rut with even writing for my blog and I think that is because in real life I am doing nothing other than study and go to work. So, here is to me trying to fit in more fun things to do with my days, reading, reviewing and writing more, maybe doing 12 days of blogmas? (am not yet confident enough for the whole month…) Who knows! I just know that I am craving creativity and writing so I need to fill more of my life with just that.
I don’t really know what the point in this post is, I just wanted to write everything down and see if any of you can relate or give me some tips and reassurance that I’m not the only one. Thank you for reading and hopefully, there will be many more posts to come soon.