Why has writing become such a tedious and overbearing task in life. I took a few months off to prepare for the move to New York so I am out of practice, but I am at a loss for work. All I can do is jot down ideas, and they have grown to become more than I can bear, no longer are they comprehendable as individual stories, I view them as part of a greater story that resembles somewhat of a masterpiece. Only I can't seem to get that project going either, now my focus is drawn to those details and how I need more of them before the project can get underway.
It is exhausting, and it wasn't what I wanted to get involved in. My idea was that the little thoughts would each be a story in their own which I could elaborate on in the future. So I am trying to make the future seem present, and in doing so I lose focus on my original thought to make it a grander idea.
Even this post was intended to be a long drawn out entry on how I have lost my interest in writing, yet I feel as if the point has been made. My whole adult life I wanted to express myself with words and here I am selling myself short once again. I hope this turns around soon.
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