WTF DO PEOPLE EVEN WRITE

5.20.2025 WTF DO PEOPLE EVEN WRITE

I haven’t written anything creatively in so long.

I had a thought earlier-- fleeting.

About writing something with her hands combing through his hair.
I had an idea, and like that, it was gone.
The wind.

My mom sent me a writing prompt a few months ago: A nomadic culture on a distant planet, which has never known anything but winter, finds a new route to warmer climates.

I remember I had a story. I saw it clearly. I didn’t write it down. It’s gone.

I think it’s frustrating to have “things” to say, and be unable to say them. It makes me frustrated. I haven’t had my coffee.

I want to feel the freedom of my words coming alive again. Like I used to.
I get that feeling, now, when I talk to people. Have I become more of a conversationalist than a writer? That’s so sad.

I can only talk to so many people.

I I I I, me me me. I start too many sentences with I.

Maybe it’s not worth it for me to sacrifice my time to writing- although I deem it worthy.

Or maybe I’m undervaluing art for the sake of art again.

I hate that art has seemingly died.

until next time ~