XII

I was reading a blog entitled “To The Left, To The Left” by this person http://confusedknurl.blogspot.com/.

I used to enjoy writing just the blogger. However, lately I just can’t seem to be in the same mood. I guess it’s just not the same as writing for recreation as it is for an assignment.

Maybe it’s just because I have nothing to write about. When there was a purpose to write, there seem to be a muse beside me whispering ideas into my mind providing me with a vivid image of what I should write. About how should I whisk my reader into an adventure they were unprepared for. Kidnapping them into my fantasy, seating them on a rollercoaster that will take them through a ride filled with mystery, comedy, suspense, and action. At the end, some will be satisfied some will not. Most will have critics on how I should elaborate more; give more feeling into the story to further the experience of reading.

I seem unable to that lately, simply whisk people away through words. Sometimes I think that there is no motivation for me to write, sometimes I think that I just don’t have any inspiration left, my muse is just gone.

When I do try to write, I get frustrated, as there is simply no original idea that I can convey in words. I sometime s have pictures that run through my mind over something that I have just read, or seen, or even heard and my imagination seems to run a little wild (not as wild as it used to, I miss that) but alas, I can’t seem to put that in words that have the most affect.

Something is dulling my mind, maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s just that I have seen to much in this new environment that I can’t imagine anything different. Perhaps that I seem to have no ulterior motive for writing (no grades, no readers) is making my dull.

What do you think? Am I losing the ability to unlock the door of my imagination?