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Lack of Inspiration and Persperation
14 years ago
Beyond the realm of comprehension lie mythology and the unknown.
Beyond the realm of the unknown lies only the imagination.
Beyond the realm of imagination lies nothing.
Let your imagination take hold for there is nothing that defines the wonders that your mind possesses. Even if it’s beyond your imagination, it lies within another.
Beyond the realm of the unknown lies only the imagination.
Beyond the realm of imagination lies nothing.
Let your imagination take hold for there is nothing that defines the wonders that your mind possesses. Even if it’s beyond your imagination, it lies within another.
I know I haven't typed up any stories over the past two months, I've been having these ideas come into my head but then a sudden voice enters that is hardly beyond a whisper. The voice you can't actually hear but is implanted in your mind that questions your actions, your work, questions the very fabric of your being in some cases. The kind hardly above a whisper yet powerful enough to make you stop and think, make you feel a tingle go up your spine as your normal mind says "Did I really just do that?/Is that really who I am?"
In truth I haven't brought any mention to that voice for nearly a year, hasn't insulted me or degraded me all that much and I always seemed to have some other memory that put my negative feelings down with the punctuation of "That's what I thought." I found it humorous then, putting away the best insults my mind had to offer and doing a small battle of whits. Unfortunately my best enemy is myself, knows everything about who I am, what I've done, what I haven't, he found something that really struck a cord for a while so I've been in a battle of whits with him ever since. Right now, it's time to say fuck him and get to writing. I love it, it's my favorite hobby, and a new story is going up Monday night, period.
Coreville needs a continuation, Broken Spirits is my novel and it needs to reach the ending, I have a gift for a close friend of mine that's been long overdue. As one of my favorite characters once said, ALLONS-Y!
In truth I haven't brought any mention to that voice for nearly a year, hasn't insulted me or degraded me all that much and I always seemed to have some other memory that put my negative feelings down with the punctuation of "That's what I thought." I found it humorous then, putting away the best insults my mind had to offer and doing a small battle of whits. Unfortunately my best enemy is myself, knows everything about who I am, what I've done, what I haven't, he found something that really struck a cord for a while so I've been in a battle of whits with him ever since. Right now, it's time to say fuck him and get to writing. I love it, it's my favorite hobby, and a new story is going up Monday night, period.
Coreville needs a continuation, Broken Spirits is my novel and it needs to reach the ending, I have a gift for a close friend of mine that's been long overdue. As one of my favorite characters once said, ALLONS-Y!
