Writing the last bit felt like I'm wasting time I could spend procrastinating. (as I was too knackered to study) But later it dawned on me how much I enjoyed it. How much it cleared my mind.
I always imagine people experience similar feeling when they paint. Painters mostly.
[in the previous prispevek] There's a large concept of multiple possibilities to develop it into a not-a-small sci-fy bit. Which was well enjoyable to wind about my linguistic abilities and not to bore my self too much.
I reminded me of some of the bits i wrote in here well in the past. Some that I considered good writing. And reminded me of how much I used to enjoy writing.
It was in my native language, it was much easier to write much better.
And I'm afraid it wouldn't be any more as I must have lost some of my eloquence through not speaking it, not writing it and not thinking in it. Nothing I wouldn't regain promptly once returned, I'm sure, but not available right now.
So, maybe if I set up a habit of writing shorts bits as the one bellow. Once a week or so. As with the previous one, I'd start with a first sentence that comes into my mind and evokes an emotion, and develop it in to something that won't be too long, too conclusive or dull in any other way.
And maybe with time I'll feel like that I can write again, and will feel more comfortable doing so. And again by another insignificant bit feel more like I'm being my self and living my life.
maybe maybe
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