Shit Post # 3

I'm on a journey, no it's not a self-discovery or a religious one but on this writing career. It has been the craziest roller coaster of emotions for me as I work to flex that creative muscle. The last two days were spent in abject horror as I couldn't even come up with a single idea for a plot line. This caused me to tailspin into thinking this is implausible I will never be able to write, but today I actually had some decent ideas. Of course, no writer is the same and I have yet to actually announce that I am a 'writer' because I still feel like a fraud. Anyone who could see this can say that I started this whole thing about 2 years ago in a more serious way. I was still in college so I spent a significant amount of time trying to understand the 3 act story structure and how to come up with stories strong enough to make a whole fucking book out of (I'm still trying to figure that out by the way). What I've found so far on this journey is that music is my biggest asset when trying to write. It helps almost automatically unlock the creative aspect of my brain that otherwise is kept guarded by a drunken little troll. There is no 'right' way to write but there is a right way for YOU to write and I feel like that is the majority of the journey. You have to learn what works for you and what doesn't. Writing is of course a craft and like anything you have to work at it and even when it sucks you have to keep coming back. As cliche of a notion it is, you can't give up on something that you feel you are destined to do and even when it kicks you in the balls say, "thank you may I have another". As always the best piece of advice I've read lately is, I don't care how good the hand soap smells do not walk out of a bathroom sniffing your fingers. 

Later Taters <3