Add to the Chaos

I feel like writing, but about what I don’t know. I wish I had my stories from the other computer on here. I really feel like writing in Erin or Memory Writers, but it’s been so long I think I’d have to read from the beginning before I could continue the stories again. Sometimes I feel like it’s a complete impossibility for me to have an original idea. I feel like everything I write is a spin-off from one thing or another. And half the time I don’t even know what it is I’m writing about, I just start writing and it develops into something or another, but whatever I decide to entitle it may or may not have a thing to do with the actual story itself, I might just like the way it sounds and slap it on there just so I have something to call it by.


Maybe that’s the real story. Maybe what I’ll end up writing a book about, when all is said and done, is myself. A bit conceded sounding, I know. But somehow, all things considered, it’s what makes the most sense. I’ve tried writing story after story, and somehow in the end I always end up writing about something going on in my life, or the fact that I’m having trouble coming up with a story.


So there’s your story right there: a confused kid who loves to write but can’t. The only problem is, I hate to end up just another autobiography.(Do I sound like a narcissist yet?) I’d always imagined writing a science-fiction or fantasy book. But then, it seems that what we’ve always wanted and we can actually have tend to end up being very different things.


Here’s some more profound thoughts to add to the mix: I don’t know.