I can’t seem to let go of my work today. I just want to type until my finger tips turn blue. Oddly after checking my tweets I find I’m not alone. Seems to be a barrage of writers online today with something to say. I only hope that my something matters somehow.
I often do this. I write pages of blustery words. I get a heady feel after, and then a total let down the next day when I re-read some of it. So whats the deal? Well I’ve decided its one of two things.
1. I’m just full of it and need a good cleansing. or
2. this is my muse forcing me to dig deeper.
Yeah I like that number 2. I mean literally number 2 not the first thing. Now even I am confused.One thing I do know though is that I am def a kids writer first and foremost.
Kids need a hero from within. I want to help them find that hero through story writing. I want them to say she gets me. Unfortunately I didn’t really have that when I was a kid. I think this is what drives me today. Sort of an angst/empath type of dealio. It’s also what sends reams to the trash. I’m still digging that hero out from within the kid in me. Pass the shovel please.