There’s no time for regrets
Something always brings me back to you
bottledsalt said: I'm sure you get this question a lot, but where do you get your inspiration from? Sometimes, I feel that my real life experiences are not living up to my imagination - I want so much out of life and recently, I've found myself sitting alone with a blank notebook and pen, but all I can think about are the experiences I'm missing out on instead of devoting my thoughts to creating words. I don't know how to fix this craving and I'm afraid I'll never be able to.
Honestly, I get blocks too. Not just as a writer, but as a person. I feel like sometimes there’s just no depth or excitement in my life that somehow it almost feels stale and stagnant. There are days, very much like yours, where I stare at empty spaces and not be able to breathe out or write a single word and that’s okay. It happens. Many of us aren’t born with the best of luck, experience-wise, and I guess that’s where imagination comes in. You don’t always have to experience what you write, as long as you have the capability to feel and imagine yourself living through the things that you write about. And that’s always the most important part.
I feel like my lack of experience stems from me being so busy, and so distant from people that I choose not to let myself dwell and actually go through the act of doing. And I guess that’s where my inspiration comes in. Most of the time, I write about the things that could have been, you know? I pride myself as a great re-writer. Sometimes I think about the past, and let myself write about how great it would be if I could make it so much better. I write about a memory, and sometimes I picture myself being bold and courageous and actually trying something different for a change.
See, writing could be someone’s stress relief. But for others, it could also be a way for them to be the person they never got to be. Even if it is just fiction.
Turned my brother into my model after a sweaty afternoon, jogging around our neighborhood park. It’s that time of year again.