Writing

I like to write, but more often than not, I don't put pen to paper. I used to write short stories, but I haven't done that in years, even though I had always thought I wanted to write the best horror story ever done. I have written a few poems over the years, some good and some not so good. I have even written a few that have brought a tear to a friend's eye. Which is a hard thing to do.

I sometimes carry a small pocket sized note pad with me, so if inspiration strikes I can jot something down. Yesterday I filled two of the pages with nothing but little one liners. Maybe two lines at most. But nothing really that great.

I used to be able to think up all sorts of fantastic and scary things. My mind uused to wander, and wonder, at many things and it was always filled with something new. Nowadays I can't seem to get past thoughts of where i am or people I have to deal with most of the week. The other noght I tried to think of something really bloody and scary, but kept going back to thoughts of setting at the picnic table at work listening to most of those people rant on about useless bullshit.

Two weeks ago I wrote a poem for my best friend. She requested one about souls. Took me three days to think of something. I had the first line and the last two lines written down before I thought of what would go between them. It was probably the best thing I have written in a long long time. And she loved it.

The one thing I like about writing is that I can take the time to think of what I want to say before I actual put thoughts down on paper. A lot of times when I am talking face to face with someone I can think of what I want to say over and over before I open my mouth. But then it still comes out wrong. Or it may come out right, but the emotion or whatever that I want to express does not come off the way I wish it too. If that makes any sense.

Shaggy