It's been a long day, like most days are.
A lot has been happening and I have much food for thought and material I could write about.
Thus, I'm besieged by doubt; Whether I have something concrete rather than vague to write about. Wether it will again sound pretentious and patronizing as my writing tends to, in my mind. If ,in the end, the result has any value.
I assume all aspiring writers are harangued by their own little potpourri of fears and doubts.
I should set a day per week to write, whether I have something ready or not, I guess.
I have all kinds of ideas; from erotic fiction of which I have had a couple of scenarios I'd like to write down, to abstract ideas, to fantasy and other types of fiction.
Insights, conflicts and conclusions. Deductions and experiances.
There is much I'd like staring back at me.
In the end to be able to take all those pieces and attampt to make a whole.
To eke out form and function that reflects the content. To find the chord that resonates, to the tone that crosses the divide of the written page and makes the reader and writer a couple, rather than a pair.
Co conspirators , colleagues, companions. Walking the ink road side by side rather than staring across each other.
so, Note To Self: Write.
I am putting sunday as the one day a week for now and see how well I keep to it.