I wish life was more like fiction. When people get me down I find my solace in writing and music.
Here is where I stash all my unwanted thoughts.
“You may not be terribly good socially. Because much of your most intense experience takes place in your writing, you can have a semi-absent air about you which others may, with some justification, find irritating or rude. This personal dysfunction can mess up your marriage, your family, your life. Sometimes you worry that one day you will be alone with only your words for company.”
Teşekkürler, Turkey for helping me find my writing voice back. I had lost it for over a year and for a while I honestly thought I was never going to get it back. Last year I didn’t have time to breathe, let alone think, so most of what I had written was tasteless and I rarely went back to re-read it.
Sometimes I sit down and words I never thought existed in me starts flowing out endlessly. But most of the time it goes like this: something happens, something that makes me, for the lack of a better word, think, and I find that I want to record these thoughts down. So I start filtering my thoughts, pondering about ways to begin the post, sometimes even what the actual sentences are, and so on. The shower’s often the best place for a process like this, because nothing else clears your head quite as well. A lot of the times even before I sit in front of a computer and start typing over half of the writing’s been already completed, in my head.
In your head, in your head, zombie, zombie, zombie…