One needs a lot of courage to write fiction. You need to plot, then you need good characters, and then you need to find a good way to make your readers able to imagine what you wrote. If you can't then it all will fail.
Usually when I wrote short stories, like ages ago, I did not do the plot. I simply let my mind speaks and my fingers typing. Yup.
I was so brave to make stories that way.
But now, somehow I lost that courage. And the irony is, by profession, I am a writer.
Probably I get used to hesitate. I get used to think before write like I do everyday. Which is kinda sucks because I admit it limits my ability to just do it the way I like. Not too good for someone who wants to be creative.
Before I wrote this, I intended to write a story. But in the middle I got stuck. And now I am writing this. Too bad.
I am blessed with creativity but everyday circumstance made me anxious to write, like my bosses are there to read shits I wrote in this blog. I do feel that way.
Maybe I need to read novels more. I am sinned for not having time to read.
Sigh.. I have a busy, empty life.
Owh by the way, Eid Mubarak.
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