Strangeness
Its funny:
I'm sitting at work and checking my email, I can write pages in reply. Explicit, to the point, explanatory. I can resolve problems, attack or defend a position, and I can do so with eloquence. Just off the top of my head, without planning it out beforehand or even creating an outline. Remember in school writing class they would always tell you to do an 'outline'. Pfft. One of the habits that fortunately didn't stick.
I can go into my online gaming bubble and type and type and type until my fingers ache. Explaining. Musing. Theorizing.
I can even type random words into white text-entry boxes and have them come out something like a poem.
And yet?
I feel like everything is part of a whole. I type my nonsense into the "Roleplaying" thread and it just seems...incomplete.
There's still a novel inside me, clawing its way out.
I can feel it.
I'm sitting at work and checking my email, I can write pages in reply. Explicit, to the point, explanatory. I can resolve problems, attack or defend a position, and I can do so with eloquence. Just off the top of my head, without planning it out beforehand or even creating an outline. Remember in school writing class they would always tell you to do an 'outline'. Pfft. One of the habits that fortunately didn't stick.
I can go into my online gaming bubble and type and type and type until my fingers ache. Explaining. Musing. Theorizing.
I can even type random words into white text-entry boxes and have them come out something like a poem.
And yet?
I feel like everything is part of a whole. I type my nonsense into the "Roleplaying" thread and it just seems...incomplete.
There's still a novel inside me, clawing its way out.
I can feel it.






