I learnt something about myself today. It’s not often that happens. I have afterall been living with myself for nearly 37 years and have had plenty of time to figure me out. I know for example that I can be a little stubborn. I have a very small streak for exaggeration. I am generally shy but also have no small amount of belief in myself, a tad arrogance some would say, when it comes to things like work. I am creative but my talent isn’t well formed enough to see it all through. I have stories that I now people want to hear, want to see, want to read; I just can’t get them down. I have game designs that people will want to play. I’m lazy. I can be self absorbed. The list could go on.
I enjoy writing and I enjoy creative writing, but the thing I found out today is that I like the process. Actually the process isn’t right, it’s kind of hard to explain what it is that I actually like, but let me try:
When I write I talk to myself in my head, I hear one word just before I write it. If I am not writing it I hear the whole process. That is the bit I like. I like the rawness of what I can hear in my head. That is my best work. The words forming in my brain before anything can mess with them. I hear the dialogue of people. I hear the narrator telling the story. I hear my imagination working at its best and it is so refreshing, so inspiring. All I need is to be able to capture it in a way that I am happy with…
Writing, Thinking, Stories, Belief, Believing, Creative