Creativity

Most of the time I just feel pathetic, going through the motions day in and day out with school, relationships and outward appearance. Sometimes I am hit with a strong urge to make something—a wave of creativity so strong that it stops my day dead in its tracks—and I feel weak, not because I can't create anything, but because I can't finish creating anything.

I've started so many projects that just sit unfinished, so many novels, so much artwork and countless web projects. Hell, I can't even finish a blog post without getting distracted.

Ashley thinks I have some kind of condition, an ADD of metaphorical and completely real proportions. I bounce around from one thing to the other so frequently that its a wonder I can even make it through the day without breaking.

That said, I'm considering taking some medication for my attention deficit. I used to worry that a medication like that would decrease my creativity, but with creativity as solid as mine (I scoffed audibly, drawing glares from others as I typed that), how could it?

I want to finish a novel, be it Crash or The Marigold Magician, and I want it to be as amazing as I know it can be. It's going to take work and it's going to take criticism. Now, I know I can work, but I don't know if anyone will actually read my words. Therein lies the problem. I'm going to start posting bits of it to see where they go. Hopefully they take off.

Here's hoping.