So, it’s kind of in the title.
I have always loved to write. Fiction, non-fiction, songs and poems. I was one of those girls who kept a diary.
Then I turned into an adult.
Now writing is something I have to consciously make time for. And the fact of the matter is, I don’t do it nearly as often as I should.
But now I have an odd problem: wanting to write and ..
Writers block !
They say the way to push through is to just keep on writing.
I think my problem is knowing what I want to write about and not knowing how to write about it in a way that keeps emotion in check. Because, let’s face it, it is easy to get carried away on the river of sentimentality or sometimes, something darker ..
I want you – as the reader – to be pushed in a certain direction, whilst still having room for imagination to do its thing.
Unbidden. Untethered. Untamed.
Giving you the raw material and watching you build something (even I) could never have envisioned. Yeah.