I've read the "how to's" on writing when you hit the wall. Namely speaking, I can't write anything I haven't already. The suggestion of "just keep writing" is whack. I could type all day, and the very same shit I've been spewing would emerge. I can craft the words, but not the right ones.
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I've always been amazed by the musical instrument. So simple compared to the written word.
Take a guitar for example. Given the correct time & combination of notes you've a masterpayza!!! The wrong ones and you suck. lol
This is not so with the word. If you "suck" you either really do suck, which you can work on; or you are "misunderstood" which you can work on.
What of... when you hit the wall. I've had fanTASTIC stories in my head. I've banged out hundreds of thousand worders only to hit the wall.
I've had ideas that were GREAT only to find google cut my dick in two to leave me in the dust wondering what the hell happened to the energies I felt when the idea came, the break of light hit my soul and made me smile and the fingers fly over these characters represented on plastic fingerboards.
When you reach for stars it's a long way to fall.
Perhaps I lack the balls to reach? Kinda stupid because I've shot at people. lol
I think of the old authors. I think of the shit. I think of the shit they had to deal with second hand because I didn't help buy the opium for Edgar, or the booze for Billy Faulkner... but I've been the one. If but for a split second.
I've BEEN the one where people bought that kind of shit to see what would come out. I've had people buy things so I could ingest them, and they would fully accept the craziness that came out of my mouth (regardless of how foul) much moreso for what I could slap on a wall with acrylics or fingerfuck out on a keyboard.
I dunno why I'm here writing this shit to you guys because my opinion of this place and the people here is... weird.
I see you guys as an enclave. I know I belong here, yet I don't at the same time. I'm a writer. I always will be so long as I can form a coherent thought. lol Even when I can't! (gotta love free verse poetry!) I know I'm safe here irrespective (yeah it's a word but irregardless isn't) of ANYTHING I write or feel or do. You cats care about the words, but... you also care about the person. This is a good thing, and as I see it I feel I dirty the process of being here.
Don't get me wrong cats. Not seeking sympathy or Susan desperately. Just saying what I feel. Ever seen the chick or dude that was abso-frickin- lutely perfect? So perfect you feared your imperfections disqualified you? Yeah that's you guys.
But I digress...
All that bullshit was to say i've hit a wall. Had a great idea, but it's been done and published. Not to say that author's take on it is... good (to me). I wouldn't have been to sexual with it. lol For once.
But that idear is gone now. Searching for a new one sucks ballz, but mine eyes are open to the spectrums of life.
Right so Ima finish this bottle and maybe hear some good news on the strings.