I want to write a poem
I really do want to write a poem. I love writing, but my inspiration is shot to hell. I’m content with life, now, and while I would never give it up, it also means I am going to have to start finding different sources of inspiration if I want to put out anything other than love poems.
It’s a weird catch 22: If I am miserable, I can write some really good material and really pump it out consistently as I try to work through it and find happiness. When I find that happiness, however, my writing suffers greatly. Is there a balance between the two that I can find or am I too emotional of a writer to ever really find that perfect blend of happiness and personal success with my writing?
I hope I get something out, soon. I’ve tried a few times today with an idea I had a week ago. I should have written it then, but I was pre-occupied and never took the half hour to type it out on my phone. I should have. It’s a good idea, but I lost that driving motivation and emotion that I had about it when it first struck me. Damn me.
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