This is a writing that is written just for me to write. It might not have any direction at all or it might go off in a million different directions. I'm not sure and I won't know until it's done. I have no idea, no plot, no reason to write, other than I'm a writer and it's my duty to myself to maintain the most important skill I have, my ability to write.
I was thinking the other day about why it's hard to write when you know that you're good at it and you know you have a book or 5 in you... I can't speak for all writers but when I write, I imagine that I'm reading a book, the book that I'm writing. So, I have to first read the book in my head that isn't written, then I have to take that and write it back into words that never existed, and hope that it recreates the book that I originally created. Every interaction and observation can become part of a bigger story. Every conversation can be altered and changed to become dialogue in a book. Each person I meet can bring traits to a character that I haven't created. I live to write a world of make-believe from a skewed view of reality.
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