I was born a story writer. What this does NOT mean is that I have some amazing writing capability that normal people lack. What it does mean is that I have no choice but to write. If I don’t, I go insane. What it also means is that story ideas and characters come to me at the most inconvenient times. Why is it inevitable that the perfect character comes to me when I’m taking an exam or doing an important school assignment? I don’t know, but I’m learning to deal with it, as all writers must. Of course, it’s also inevitable that when I am ready to begin writing, inspiration is nowhere to be found. The pen is in my hand, and the paper is in front of me on the desk, but the characters won’t cooperate, no matter how much I try to force them into submission. The paper and I have a staredown for some time. Sometimes I give up and turn my attention elsewhere. Sometimes I try to fight through it, but this too ultimately ends in glorious failure. Why is inspiration so elusive? I wish I knew. It’s there when you don’t need it, and when you do need it, it’s nowhere to be found. Sometimes I wish inspiration was just there for the taking, and I was able to write whenever I wanted. Instead, I’m forced to wait until it comes along, and seize the opportunity when it arrives. I wish it wasn’t that way; but I’m a writer. I have no choice.
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