Comments on: Breathless

By: Anne's Friend

Anne's Friend — Fri, 27 Mar 2009 14:36:04 +0000

I relate to this post in so many ways – i reread those old notebooks filled to the brim with stories and poetry and I wonder what happened – where did that creativity and eagerness go?
thanks for sharing

By: Nicole

Nicole — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 22:10:13 +0000

I really like this post. Very good writing! I loved it.

Um, what makes me write.. I get inspired with stupid little things, that don’t really make sense to anyone, and somehow I can turn it into a story or post. Somedays I write and write, and other days I’m like “ehhh.. can’t think of ANYTHING to say”

By: Lily

Lily — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 19:30:34 +0000

Lately, I’ve found SO MUCH inspiration in other writers, artists, and bloggers and in music and lyrics. I’m in a weird fun place of self-discovery right now and it’s like everything I read strikes a chord that I have to turn around and write about once I’ve interpreted it and made it personal. Other times in my life when I’m stuck? I try something new – a hobby, a restaurant, a recipe. And write about that. Sometimes, just the motion of getting it out puts me where I need to be to remember my own creativity

By: Hannah

Hannah — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 19:22:09 +0000

I think every writer suffers the ebbs and flows, the bursts of inspiration and the bleak dry spells. That’s why writing is a “craft,” an art. But, we must come back, always, and keep trying, yes?

The days when I least want to write are the days I force myself to the page—like going to the gym or tackling that long-delayed project. Just begin, anywhere. (Start with an imaginary conversation to practice dialogue. Choose a person in the room and create a fantastic backstory to who he/she is. Describe a memory, even if it’s not entirely accurate.) Most of what I leave on that page is garbage. But, sometimes, a sparkly kernel of a good idea emerges.

By: Megan

Megan — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 19:09:42 +0000

Oh, me too!

By: Amber @ 'Amber Alert'

Amber @ 'Amber Alert' — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 18:46:12 +0000

If I’m working on an assignment or something that NEEDS to be done I just force myself to write, it’s usually not my best writing but I just need to get the words out there and then i can go back and fix it. When I’m writing for my blog and I don’t have a topic in mind I just force myself to start typing and before I know it I’ve usually rambled on for 500+ words! I just have to force myself to write and if I sit there long enough, it comes.

By: Cara

Cara — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 17:32:26 +0000

I too completely relate to this post. I became very estranged from writing during the last few years. Maybe it was because I got too busy, maybe writing papers for college made it seem like a chore. I don’t know what it was, but it definitely all went away.
Thankfully inspiration has been coming back lately and at least in the form of journaling, I’ve been writing again. Inspiration is a tricky thing though. I mean, when it doesn’t come it’s hard to force. It seems like forced inspiration isn’t as effective as just suddenly feeling it. That said, I find that taking a walk realy clears my head and helps out. Also I suppose art can often inpire new art. Listen to music or look at images for inspiration. Maybe just peruse flickr on random until something pops out at you.

By: phampants

phampants — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 17:21:18 +0000

It’s always easy to write about one’s feelings. It helps one to vent and avoid explosion. Sometime it’s good. Sometimes it’s bad. I just wish I can write more than just my feelings. I wish I could just start to write and write a novel from start to finish.

By: Lindsay

Lindsay — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 17:05:00 +0000

I completely relate to this post. The best writing I’ve ever done has felt like it’s just flowed out of me, like I’m an agent of something larger than myself. Lately I’m at a loss for inspiration and it’s extremely frustrating.

By: PeaceOfPi

PeaceOfPi — Thu, 26 Mar 2009 14:27:06 +0000

This was beautiful, and I could totally relate. There were times when I’ve felt like I’ve lost something in my writing, and then there are other moments where I felt as if a new writing soul has been given to me by the deities of script. These days the latter is nonexistent, and the former is taking place.