Yesterday, I came to the realisation that I don't write that much anymore.
Writing in general.
Yesterday, I was going through all my high school stuff that still remained through years of spring cleaning. As I flicked through notebooks, I realised that all those notebooks were drafts of stories I wrote years ago. And there were heaps of them. There were pages and pages of writing in faded lead and ink.
I cringed at some of my early writing styles and my poor grammar. And I smiled at some the cliche character names I camed up with. King Dignity. Really? Really? What was I thinking??
I wish that I still wrote as much.
The ideas used to always come so freely.
It used to be so fun. Now when I write, if it's not good quality, I won't like it.
I also realised that I don't write by hand anymore.
Maybe I should write by hand more often, maybe it would be fun again.
3 comments:
King Dignity? Seriously? LOL. What were you thinking?
Yeah. You either go awwwwww or just cringe and close it.
I know the feeling, when you realize that you use to do something so often then all a sudden it somehow fades away without you noticing.
I write less music now than I did when I was in high school or at uni. But the music I write is of a far greater quality. I'm sure the exact same principle applies here.
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