Writing

[I should like any unfortunate person who stumbles upon this to realise that this is NOT a piece of writing - well, it is in the sense, but still, it is a mere reflection. Right now the thoughts are running in my head and I really wonder if writing is good for me. Time restricts it all. That is sorry but true. So please be calm when you read this - hurtful comments are really, really demoralising to me at this point in time.]

A blank piece of paper lies on my table. I would really have liked to say it looked inviting, but i was not. I pick up my pen, and words flow. I have trouble writing, finding expressions, describing actions, but writing is a must. It is a must.

I question myself, "Do I really want to do this?" but I hear no answer. Time loomed over me like a dark cloud, and as the clock ticked I found no way to unleash my frustration except to write. As they always say, writing comes naturally, it is a form of expression that language has blessed us with, and in my head these words spin, they come to me, dubious, doubtful. I wonder - is it really so?

But masked behind this cynicism is a soul that really, truly, wishes to master the art. I want to be able to bring my words to light, let my mind be entranced by my own writing - work that is from my own hands. I want to be enlightened.

The clock ticks away recklessly, with each tick my fingers tremble, my brain stops. I reel back in fear, for my paper lies blank. Time taps me on the shoulder, fingers my face, fondles my hair. And what now - it takes my ideas, my language, my creativity away, away from me. I cannot reach it. No.

And at the end of the day, my dream, my wish, my hope is gone. My voice falters, as I hand the mediocre piece of writing to Time. Time, you must owe me a resurrection - I need that back. My mind. Don't take it away.

Yet, for all I have done, it is for Time. You gave me the power to write but you take it away everytime I need it, what use is it for me now - nothing at all! What a joke! Have you thought, ever wondered - maybe, someday, I would be sitting there completing my very own novel - one I wrote freely, with no restrictions hurling me back to reality.

That is impossible. My life, and my writing, are in the hands of Time.

I would really have liked to say it looked inviting, but i was not.

but it was not. Also you said 'liked' which is past tense, so far you're writing in present so you should say I would like to say it looks inviting

I liked it, it sounded a bit morbid but good. You over used commas when in some places you could have changed it (like at "my creativity away, away from me" you could just cut the first away and say "My creativity away from me" you know?) and the dashes you use should be em dashes (this is a dash: - and this is an em dash: — you can make an em dash by pressing alt+0151)

Otherwise, its good. just a streaming conscious, I suppose this is prose more than writing (as you say, its not actually 'writing' in a sense)

I'm not sure what your authors note was speaking of, but hopefully I didn't hurt you by this. but you should know, comments are never hurtful (though, they are when from trolls or people who are out to hurt you, they should be banned) they are only meant to improve you. Imagine that they are just trying to make you get better, not 'down' your writing but show you that you can bring it up.

I hope this helped.

From what you wrote it sounds like you need to write - I'd say go for writing. Just because the words don't flow onto the page doesn't mean your not a writer.

90% of the time I'm writing I'm simply staring at the blinking cursor of my computer screen, pulling my hands thru my hair, and making noise of pure anguish. Yet that 10% some how creates something that I can't stop thinking about.

Writing is hard. It seems like it shouldn't be but it is.

How do I know your a writer? Well even though you said your post wasn't writing... well it really is. Many people write like that. Free writes help with writer's block. This is a great step in the process of writing. You did a great job explaining your frustration. You have the control of your words. You need to write.

I suggest, for more advice, go to your local bookstore and pick up a book about writing. "Writing Fiction" by Janet Burroway is a good one. Or "Writing Down The Bones" (I'm sorry I can't think of who the author is). Sometimes it's best to look at what other's have to say.

I hope this helps and if you want any other suggestions just PM me.

I liked this. We did stream of conciousness at school.... Its good! xxxx