It starts with doors

There's thousands of ideas going through my head, but I don't write anything. The only writing I've been doing has been blogging, blogging, and some more blogging. And in addition to that, some old-fashioned diary writing.

I started my creative writing essay course. I read this book, which was really good. Oh oh, I want to learn to write really good essays. I might even like it more than fiction. Just being as talented as E.V., the author of the book, would be... awesome.

The thing is, I don't know if I have anything to say. I mean, does anyone give a shit about what I want to say?

Anyway, I should start working on a study journal for the course. And I should read these other books to get something to say about it, and and and ok let's get to work.

Getting to work

I haven't really been writing lately. 

I realise this as I've been watching a series in which one of the main characters is an aspriring writer. She writes all the time, it appears as if her imagination ran as wild as a deer in the Northern plains, and my deer is stuck in the mud.

I don't write much these days. There's just too much to do. And maybe it's because I use the computer for other stuff than writing too. In the old days it was different when I had the typewriter. I just couldn't be distracted by instant messaging on a typewriter. 

I want a typewriter. I'm really inspired to write a lot of stuff, but I just don't get anything done. There's just nothing pushing me towards writing. That will change soon, however. I will start a creative writing course tomorrow, hopefully. The first task is to write an essay. I've already decided my topic, but I need to do the background reading and analysis of that before I get to start the actual work.

I need to get something done. If I don't, I'll go crazy. 

For real.