Sunday, May 3, 2009
Lives of Others
It's been quiet here.
Sometimes that happens, you lose the ability to create. It's nothing to do with not being inspired. Sometimes the tap just twists the other way, but ideas, they are a constant. Eagerness and a desire to write the layers of metaphor are not.
A part of me, today, wants to write stories. Wonderful long flows of thought - rich, truthful, powerful. No layers of ambiguity. These are the ideas that haunt me, not the tiny ramblings I'm used to.
If I could formulate them, I would place them into the fire at the Lives of Others.
Sometimes that happens, you lose the ability to create. It's nothing to do with not being inspired. Sometimes the tap just twists the other way, but ideas, they are a constant. Eagerness and a desire to write the layers of metaphor are not.
A part of me, today, wants to write stories. Wonderful long flows of thought - rich, truthful, powerful. No layers of ambiguity. These are the ideas that haunt me, not the tiny ramblings I'm used to.
If I could formulate them, I would place them into the fire at the Lives of Others.
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