Tell me about it!

Tell me about it!

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Hello there, explorer. How did you find this? Consider me impressed. I feel a bit lost, really. With no idea what the future will hold and having misplaced my crystal ball, what can one do but improvise? I like to write, so writing is what I will do. I haven't properly written in years either. Did anyone else have that thing where they felt kind of like 'Oh dear, I don't have an English qualification so who am I to put pen to paper?' (Or...fingers to keyboard). But it's time to shut that little thought bubble down. It's had its day. I find myself in a position of having lots and lots of things to write about, and no particular direction. And how do you find your direction, without scribbling stuff all over the internet and seeing what happens to it? Does the idea shrivel and die, does it kind of stick there like one of those sticky florescent green things that cling to the wall and then doesn't come down for years on end, or does it...become something? Maybe it triggers an almighty crisis, and you find yourself constantly thinking about the characters you've created for weeks on end, until you come back and finally make them DO something? Go somewhere, meet someone, go on some kind of quest? Someone once said something famously about it being your duty to share your creativity with the world. Whoever they are and whatever they said, trust me, it's legit. Maybe not 'your duty' because that sounds a bit off-putting, but it's certainly quite brilliant when you come across something really cool someone's made and you feel a connection with it. You feel inspired. So...enjoy. Enjoy! Enjoy...and then go away and find somewhere to record your own nonsense. Because we're impermanent, and we're not here an awful long time at the end of the day. Put some words on a page, and then stand back and say 'There. There is the proof that I existed.' (And press save.)
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