Oh, but what a lovely navel it is. I think it's an important thread to follow in the quest for self-discovery and -understanding. Besides, everything leads back to identity somehow, in the end...
I write because I can't fathom not doing so. Because I still remember myself at a tender age, absorbing the world around me whilst shaping still others in my head; because I remember being maybe three years old and putting myself to sleep by setting off on journeys I built up in my own mind. Because I remember being five years old and lulling my little brother to sleep with fairy tales I tailor-made on the spot, just for him. I think I don't know how not to imagine settings and characters and situations in my head, how not to branch off into what-ifs and musings. Mostly, I write because in my most idealised picture of my life and future, writing is the way I make my living. (Obvs I still have to translate that into reality, but I am working at dealing with the blocks that have been pushing the brakes on my wants.)
I think the crash comes into being because you've poured yourself entirely into your project; just like with everything, an empty tank leads to a little bit of flatlining before you can get things going again. I don't know, there are some big projects where, the harder I worked and the more of myself that I put into them, the more it recharged me right back. I guess it's all relative to the who and the what.
Big yes on the wait for a reaction -- but let's face it, we wouldn't drop our things out there if we didn't want to see the waves or hear the splash. ;)
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Date: 2011-08-29 09:18 pm (UTC)I write because I can't fathom not doing so. Because I still remember myself at a tender age, absorbing the world around me whilst shaping still others in my head; because I remember being maybe three years old and putting myself to sleep by setting off on journeys I built up in my own mind. Because I remember being five years old and lulling my little brother to sleep with fairy tales I tailor-made on the spot, just for him. I think I don't know how not to imagine settings and characters and situations in my head, how not to branch off into what-ifs and musings. Mostly, I write because in my most idealised picture of my life and future, writing is the way I make my living. (Obvs I still have to translate that into reality, but I am working at dealing with the blocks that have been pushing the brakes on my wants.)
I think the crash comes into being because you've poured yourself entirely into your project; just like with everything, an empty tank leads to a little bit of flatlining before you can get things going again. I don't know, there are some big projects where, the harder I worked and the more of myself that I put into them, the more it recharged me right back. I guess it's all relative to the who and the what.
Big yes on the wait for a reaction -- but let's face it, we wouldn't drop our things out there if we didn't want to see the waves or hear the splash. ;)