Of Writing, and Consequences Thereof

It is true, I openly admit it. I plead guilty, and have ever bared my breast on this subject, rather than hide my shame to fester in some dark corner of my heart. To my friends, I have already admitted this (though to those I care not for, I have not found it necessary), and since I shall talk here as if to a friend, so shall I admit it to thee, oh wide and infinite internet...rather, to those small few who happen to read this, oh smallest and least significant of blogs. Here, I shall proclaim it, once again, so that I may be tried and sentenced by thee:
I am a writer.


Anticlimax much? Well, there you go. I am one of those who bears that curse, or is it a blessing? Both, I should say, that curse and blessing which strikes whene'r it wants to. In my early days of youth, it was not so much a curse... The world was an open sheaf, in my hand a pen with endless ink, my mind the vast ocean of an inkwell with which to write... But, as I grew, so my mind has narrowed and developed, and one such occasion was in the writer's vein. Now, I find that, although I greatly enjoy the feeling of writing, of bringing to life story (One thing which I praise nearly highest in my life), I find that, although the fire may continually burn, sometimes the door is shut between the heat within and the man without. My muse is a fickle one, as all muses be, and of late I have felt many a time the incredible urge, the burning of mind and hand and heart, to write, to create, to continue what I have already done, what I have planned! But as pen touches paper (or rather, hand touches keyboard... I find myself infinitely more comfortable in this more modern media), no spark lights the torch of my mind, that allows me to see the story as it unfolds, and to record it... In short, and in less dramatic English, I don't know what to write. This also occurs, has occurred and probably will occur, with Blog posts, which is my preemptive excuse for ever going a long while without posting... that or I forgot this was here. The only reason this blog is here, in fact, is that the same person who got me started blogging, was bothering me (by proxy) to blog, as I was unable to IM her in a decent while (Blogging apparently "makes up for that" to which I reply "..."). In fact, this is one reason you shall rarely see me blog anything seriously emotional (other reasons including the fact that almost /every other blogger does that/ (not looking at you, Joe) and also that anything I would have to talk emotionally would have to, by definition, not be viewable by people I know.) But this blog is one excellent way to do some creative writing (not fantasy, etc., but just /writing/... creatively.) [Note, I don't feel like hitting "Ctrl+I" or "Ctrl+B" for italics and bold, so I'll just use "/ /" around things that ought to be italicized, and "* *" around bold print. You'll have to deal] But, even if this is an excellent writing source, and therefore a key outlet to the building fire, I still run into the same problem: that of inspiration. It is a continual problem I deal with: Wanting to write, needing to write, burning to write, but having nothing to write... People I say this to have offered me the advise of "choose a random topic, and write about it". To all those out there as such: I Don't Work Like That! I cannot pull a subject out of thin air and immediately spin a tale or an argument around it. Give me a topic, and I will send you to faerieland and beyond, or wax eloquently about some situation or argument... But ask me not to think of it myself. Unless excellent opportunity presents itself, as of now, my chances of finding a subject are somewhere between those of Sauron volunteering to destroy the ring, and my theatre troupe being spontaneously advanced tot he State competition after we did not advance from the lowest level (admittedly, we /should have/... but what's done is done.) So, my plea to those few readers of mine in my last post was not an idle, nor a jesting one: If you wish me to write (or if you wish me to not lose what semblance of sanity I still hold), give me inspiration! And do not jest: an honest suggestion, I pray you! One such truly meant word, and I shall give you a world!

Also, when I ge tin the writing mood, I tend to get a /bit/ dramatic... the more it builds up, the more so. So, seriously, unless I have anything particular to talk about... Help me out, would ya?