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My life has changed so much from my last jounal entry. Now so many things I loved in my life are harder or impossible. My youngest son is severly autistic, my journal entries will now be slower as he needs so much time and now I don't have much time/any time for me. I still love all your art and looking at, when I get the chance. To everyone who posts a picture,or literature please carry on. I love looking at your art even though I can't spend much time /commenting on yours/doing my own. I love looking at yours, I sorry I cant always can't comment at yours.
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Devious Journal Entry
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Ever get writers block.. we all do once in a while right. Well I've got writers choc a block. I'm too full of the ideas and the plans, that when I come to put it down it barely crawls across the page.
Maybe I should try writing when I am not sure whats happening next and let the words lead me. Let a story be truly organic and grow, let the words fertilise the page, free from plans and ideals and secret meanderings, that will mean something when you see the big picture.
Maybe stories are meant to grow from the seeds of a few words and you should just be ready to sow and let flow.
Hell I don't know the secret. Do stories grow independently from us, should you just plant an idea in your brain and let your synapses feed it. Will it grow away from you, can you come back and find it bigger?
I sometimes dream about my stories and sometimes I get ideas for stories from my dreams. Is it my subconscious giving me a kick - I don't know. I know I've only daydreamed and fed stories, my dreams my entire life.
Now I now its weird but I'm older now.. I have to try to put my stories down. I have to try to be a good enough writer to do this. Because these little stories in my head never went away, they just grew older as I did. They were there for me, my characters grew as I did. They have looked after me, its time I dusted them off and showed them the page and let the words show them the world...
Maybe I should try writing when I am not sure whats happening next and let the words lead me. Let a story be truly organic and grow, let the words fertilise the page, free from plans and ideals and secret meanderings, that will mean something when you see the big picture.
Maybe stories are meant to grow from the seeds of a few words and you should just be ready to sow and let flow.
Hell I don't know the secret. Do stories grow independently from us, should you just plant an idea in your brain and let your synapses feed it. Will it grow away from you, can you come back and find it bigger?
I sometimes dream about my stories and sometimes I get ideas for stories from my dreams. Is it my subconscious giving me a kick - I don't know. I know I've only daydreamed and fed stories, my dreams my entire life.
Now I now its weird but I'm older now.. I have to try to put my stories down. I have to try to be a good enough writer to do this. Because these little stories in my head never went away, they just grew older as I did. They were there for me, my characters grew as I did. They have looked after me, its time I dusted them off and showed them the page and let the words show them the world...
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Devious Journal Entry
2 min read
Hmm my first journal entry my second attempt
Am feeling pretty low, as anyone must be when they sit next to someone who's art is so much better then theirs. The thing is its not about being better because my stuff is so different to his, its just when I look at his my'n looks so bad.
OK I'll give myself some credit I have not picked up a paintbrush since I was 12 , thats nearly 13 years without doing anything. And picking up from where you barely started is hard.
So why did I bother painting I hear you ask?
I like to do it it relaxes me, I have many vices and painting lets me ignore them. It lets me escape abit from me, and everything about me.
I can try to make anything i love real , and forget anything I hate when I start to paint. I can create a world thats perferct, and I can show in a painting how I feel without saying a difficult word, or creating an argument.
I only feel I can say what I what I feel through my paintings, me the silent one. Who is the middling one in all family arguments, I sit on the fence all the time. Never to hurt or to judge, but I do have an opinion, I just dont want to hurt any party in an a argument when there is all kinds of rights and wrongs. After a while and no one else gets its there is no right or wrong there is just the pain of that argument that feeds on to the next.
Am feeling pretty low, as anyone must be when they sit next to someone who's art is so much better then theirs. The thing is its not about being better because my stuff is so different to his, its just when I look at his my'n looks so bad.
OK I'll give myself some credit I have not picked up a paintbrush since I was 12 , thats nearly 13 years without doing anything. And picking up from where you barely started is hard.
So why did I bother painting I hear you ask?
I like to do it it relaxes me, I have many vices and painting lets me ignore them. It lets me escape abit from me, and everything about me.
I can try to make anything i love real , and forget anything I hate when I start to paint. I can create a world thats perferct, and I can show in a painting how I feel without saying a difficult word, or creating an argument.
I only feel I can say what I what I feel through my paintings, me the silent one. Who is the middling one in all family arguments, I sit on the fence all the time. Never to hurt or to judge, but I do have an opinion, I just dont want to hurt any party in an a argument when there is all kinds of rights and wrongs. After a while and no one else gets its there is no right or wrong there is just the pain of that argument that feeds on to the next.
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