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Been a While

As the title of this post says, it's been a while. I kept thinking that I wanted to post more, that I was going to go on a posting kick and actually make this a regular thing one summer started. Then I finished all my papers, stopped having class, no longer had as much to do during the week and my creativity and desire to write for fun disappeared with all that craziness. I guess it just proves that this blog name was chosen for a reason.

I was sitting the other day journaling and reading the Good Book when I had this brilliant thought about something to write about and I thought, "Hmm, that's interesting, maybe I should write about that." Then do you know what I did? I forgot what the brilliant idea was, that's what I did. I got up off the bed where "I was chillin' out, maxing and relaxing all cool" (finish that song...) and got up and left my thought right there. What a bust!

I've been thinking a lot about writing and my inability to stick to a long piece of writing. When I was younger I told myself I was going to write a book. I decided to take the idea of that parrot who was the friend of the little girl with a stutter. What movie is that? I really don't remember. But once I got writing I realized I didn't know where I was going with it and I stopped.

I like short stories for that reason. I get this inspiration about a story and I just have to write a small snippet from a greater story. That's easy, not a whole lot of character development, not a whole lot of story development, just a window into a period of time. At least that's how I write my short stories.

That just goes to show my short attention span...

A few year ago, I felt inspired by this person I met to write a story about a man who goes to a cafe regularly and dresses and acts (to a certain extent) like someone else. I had the beginning of the story in my head. So I started to write. I had a playlist of songs that felt like the right kind of soundtrack. I would listen to this music and feel inspired and I'd get carried away by the story. I wrote a good 12 pages (I know...sooo many pages) and then I got stuck.

Where were these characters headed? Where did they come from? Why did he act the way he did? Did it sound too fake? How was I planning on working this all together? Did I want them to fall in love? Why did his father blame him for what happened to his brother? What happened to his brother? Why exactly did she open the cafe? Where was her family? I had no idea, but I felt like I should know. They were my characters after all. They just sat there staring at me, "What's next?" their expectant eyes asked as they walked on a sandy beach. "Where are you taking us? And where are we being lead from?" They questioned, and I had no answers.

After reading a short story in a book last week this desire to answer these questions welled up in me. So, the plan is to write this story...or at least the outline...today. Maybe if I get started again and figure out where it is headed I won't be able to stop and eventually the characters will guide me as to where they are to go.

On another note, to get myself writing almost every day I'm thinking of starting this thing called 30 Things. I saw it on a blog I stumbled upon due to Pinterest and I thought it could be fun. So, for the next 30 days I will answer 30 questions. Starting with: List 20 Random Facts about Yourself. See ya tomorrow!

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