Writing is an escape.
Escape from what you may ask. Pressures of life steamrolling towards me? Circumstances that pummel down my way? Emotional roller-coasters rocketing me through all the high-highs and low-lows while fears and exhilaration cause my thrumming heart to beast faster with each loop and twist and turn? Gah! Who knows! But guess what!? I’ve added a third page to my Pokémon story! Yay! Its taken a while to write and not because I didn’t know what to write but rather how to write it.
I feel really bad for my character though. I mean he just doesn’t get a break and it seems like everything just keeps getting worse every time it looks like its about to get better. Sometimes I wonder how much of my writing is me writing and how much of it is some sort of rant from my subconscious, only able to finally express itself through these typed letters, forming words, forming sentences, forming paragraphs; forming unintentional introspection.
So then it becomes an escape not for me from life but rather an escape of my thoughts from my passive, seemingly uncaring yet completely aware mind that keeps shoving stuff into the dark unused cabinets of my subconscious and bottling unstable vials of emotions away to prevent me from falling apart. So then this writing works out well, therapeutic you might say, and if life is life, I can be assured that there will be countless tales spewing forth onto this blog.
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