The Wordless

So I had a random bout of writing depression today where I decided that all of my ramblings were worthless and I was going to be in the fast food industry for the rest of my natural existence. Thanks to R and J, this passed by rather quickly. Ha, I found this one thing that I wrote about a certain Jerk... It was just a novelized version of an encounter that I'd had with him. It's weird to look back on that, after all this time has passed and everything has changed. I'm glad things had turned out that way. No regrets.
Anyway, I found out what the problem is concerning my writing. I've been stuck at these two points in this book that I'm writing. I can't believe it's taken me this long to realize what the problem's been. I can't write because I don't know *how* to write about a relationship. I can't write about the relationship because I can't write what I know with that... I just can't. Not that I write what I know for the rest of the stories that I write... But this book has been as close as I can get to what I know, and now I'm stuck. I guess I can wait a little longer, it's taken me two years to get here as is. *Sigh* And I really, really wanted to finish it this summer. Oh well.
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I'm re-writing a couple of my songs tonight. I can't sleep, so I might as well make music, right? I might as well do *something.* The songs aren't bad, but they need new music... new rhythms... something different, something unique, something that can be mine.
I'm tired of writing songs for other people. I want to write stuff for me. Songs that I can love no matter what.
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I'm afraid to write anything else up here right now. I've not been to bed before 4 in two weeks. Of course, I also sleep in past noon, but still. I haven't been able to keep my thoughts straight lately. *Sigh* Off to go read Book 5 of the Wheel Of Time... (Don't make fun, it's a good series).

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The Wordless by Cinematic Sunrise