For the umpteenth time, I want to write more.
But just wanting it isn’t enough. And sure, I have inspiration, Vague feelings for plots, tiny ideas a story might form around. But they’re all just that, beginnings. Moving them past that stage is giving me more trouble than it should. But then, I’m not really sitting down for doing so. Neither to brainstorm further, or to just put the words onto the screen. Idle thought is useful, but it can only get me so far.
“Write what you know” they say. Well, I’m experiencing a whole lot out here, so maybe I should pull more inspiration, more content from that. Immortalize in fictions the emotions that overcome me on different parts of my adventure. It seems healthiest to do so without bending it all too much out of shape, but I’m having a tough time imagining writing something engaging without applying hyperbole or patching up with tiny lies.
Who knows though, maybe I should just try.