Something about me

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I love to write.

Even when nothing goes right and I have to tear it all apart and it's not coming to me and I can't ever be as good as I imagine and I can't go to sleep at night because of it and I stress about never publishing original stuff.

I love it. More than just about anyone or anything in the world. I love it like that.

Comments

[tkp.livejournal.com]

Even when I hate it most I never want to walk away or give up. And that makes me even more frustrated, but I am so owned.

[kita0610.livejournal.com]

I couldn't give it up if I wanted to. The stories are too loud. Which makes me sound insane.

[tkp.livejournal.com]

you are a bit of crazy. In the good way, though.

The way it is with me is like I'm making the noise. So if I stopped it would be the silence that would make me take a powerdrill to my ear.

[kita0610.livejournal.com]

For me it's like the story already exists out there somewhere, but it's all broken up into bits, and it's my job to find all the pieces of it, and put it together the way it's supposed to be.

[tkp.livejournal.com]

I think it's fascinating how differently it occurs to different people.

I wish I could describe how it is for me, because it's so very similar to yours and so very *not*. I guess, in the end, it feels like I'm taking something--my life, I guess, the world, certain truths, canon if it's fanfiction but much more than that--and writing for me is breaking that something into bits, each of which is a story. And if I didn't do that breaking down everything would be just one formless blob without shape or color or sound. You could probably shoot me and convince me it didn't really happen to me.