Starting the Countdown to the End...
I am starting my personal countdown.
Today i finished page 420 and i think it will all be over realy soon. I guess i have about 30 more pages to do, before i write the epilogue. I waited long enough throughout the last weeks and months for an inspiration but i learned again that inspiration is not something you can force. The only think you actualy can do is wait for the writing blockade to be over all by itself. And suddenly there comes a day when the words and phrases come automaticly - just like breathing and you cant wait to be able to sit down in front of your computer and allow your fingers to bring your ideas to life. Images flood your inner eye, setting events, making the characters act exactly like you ever dreamed and say the exact right words - so right you havent even though its possible.
And i know again why i am writing at all. It is like a drug. You cant resist the need to give into it. You cant ignore the calling of its voice and you cant stop comming back to it. The only thing that separates writing is, that it fills you with life, while the other takes it from you.
If writing is the drug that makes me live i am happy to be an addict.
So folks again
420...
Next post comes with page 430.
Keep it up
Vasko
Today i finished page 420 and i think it will all be over realy soon. I guess i have about 30 more pages to do, before i write the epilogue. I waited long enough throughout the last weeks and months for an inspiration but i learned again that inspiration is not something you can force. The only think you actualy can do is wait for the writing blockade to be over all by itself. And suddenly there comes a day when the words and phrases come automaticly - just like breathing and you cant wait to be able to sit down in front of your computer and allow your fingers to bring your ideas to life. Images flood your inner eye, setting events, making the characters act exactly like you ever dreamed and say the exact right words - so right you havent even though its possible.
And i know again why i am writing at all. It is like a drug. You cant resist the need to give into it. You cant ignore the calling of its voice and you cant stop comming back to it. The only thing that separates writing is, that it fills you with life, while the other takes it from you.
If writing is the drug that makes me live i am happy to be an addict.
So folks again
420...
Next post comes with page 430.
Keep it up
Vasko
posted by Vasko at 9:39 AM
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