Is it just me, or is college the killer of everything creative, fun, happy, and great? Okay, I'm probably exaggerating quite a bit, and it's probably a severe case of senioritis, but I just can't wait to graduate. The excitement of being a freshman is long gone, replaced by a sense of dread to wake up three days a week, get dressed, and commute 45 minutes to 1 hour in (sometimes heavy) traffic to a school that has done not much of anything for me but stifle my desire to create! In other words, I've been trudging myself to school and to work and therefore have had no motivation to write...anything. Those 12 page papers I've been cranking out like clockwork this semester have in no way quenched my thirst to express myself. After spending the last (almost) 4 years writing to satisfy teachers pen's, I just don't know what direction my own creativity is meant to go.
I feel like without a deadline I can't come up with anything, and even then, something just doesn't feel right about what I regurgitate onto my word processor. My boyfriend says I need to take it back to the good ol' days of pen on paper, but um, it's 2013.
Well, this is my attempt to get back into the flow of writing. I need to push myself, challenge myself, and just do it. When I lay in my bed, I get hit with a lot of good ideas, but I don't know what keeps me from actually writing them down. Of course, by the next morning they're gone, along with my hopes of becoming that bestselling author.
Well, anyway, the moral of the story is...I'm back. I have one class and two finals keeping me from Winter break, and I am making a promise to myself to get started on this novel.
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