Far behind in work oh work you’re not even to hard, yet you are. How can I make my time better? I sit here rocking in a rockingless chair. I sit here my neck in pain it can’t be popped. My sinus’ are all messed up this pill is useless. I don’t want to take another because I feel that I might sleep. OH, sleep last night you were elusive. Damn you, my body, I’m fat I feel like I’m not worthy to live, but I sit here thinking and working that if I wasn’t here. What would people be that I’ve impacted. Where would they be? Oh, silence I miss you; I want you, but only sleep is what I think about Oh will you let me be. Sleep.
The weather has changed again, but the smell of this weather still lingers sugar beets from the mill. This change of weather always brings memories and images of the past. When family spent time together, and my youth was there and there was no care of the present. To think about the past is to dwell on something that cannot be changed but for life cannot be rearranged it can only be formed from the past, and the future can’t yet be seen. Therefore, I must look forward to making my present my future and my future yet to come. I hate the past for the mind wanders to better days it seems but isn’t today better? I mustn’t think too hard for I will not travel there in physical form but yet my mind shouldn’t forget. Ah, colors of the leaves change as the waves in a stream flowing beautifully down to the ground with the slight breeze. It’s warmer than normal and the birds are confused as with the flies, they buzz annoyingly in my ear. No sticky tape to trap them from landing on me. Time has been sent back, back one hour changes the sleep of my mind. Rest, relax, dream has all been extended.
Tasked to write.
Tasked to read.
Tasked to bleed.
Tasked to see.
Tasked to be.
I for one have an issue.
With being tasked to do anything.
Yes you say I’m a writer, but
how can I write something I’m not ready for
what is meant by this is that I have word issue.
I cannot be clear and crisp like some.
I can’t be intriguing and creative like some.
I am just me being me.
And I for one know that I can be creative.
I just need to learn how to flow be more.
I just need to learn how not to be like you.
Nanowrimo is this month, so I decided that I would turn my 50page movie script into a 50, 000 word novel. 10,000 words done! Wahooo! Now for the other 40, 000.
I haven’t blogged on here much because I have had thoughts of doubt and of failure. You might think by the title I will be talking about Halloween, but to your disappointment, I will not. I will be talking about my writing. Yes, I write more than for school and blogs. I write comic books. I write with grammar errors and structure issues. I write stories, but my issue is showing a story and not just telling. You might ask why I have trouble. Well, I don’t know, really I don’t know. Okay, I lied I do know I just have an issue with descriptions. Yep, I have stories in my head, but I have issues putting them in a detailed descriptive manner. So, my goal before the end of the year is to be more descriptive.