There really are times when I can not push myself to writing. It seems to me that inspirations and motivations are hiding away from me. I am allergic to pen and paper or I can sit in front of my computer without even bothering to type on the keyboard.
No thoughts, all blank. But I want to write. I just can’t find the right words or topic or compose my mind.
Basically, what makes me write is “time.” It’s not everyday that good thoughts inspire me to push the pen but when those thoughts strike me, I really need to sit down and give time.
Thoughts are fleeting. That’s what I learned in high school from my English teacher. When you thought of something write it before it’s gone. But then, I usually neglect those thoughts and just let them fly away with the wind.
I also write when I am bored. That is when I have all the time. Since I am bored and has nothing to do, I start scribbling and write everything that I can think of. Sometimes, it is boredom that writes me a poem or a song.
Negative emotions also pushes my pen. Some say what writers should not write at the height of their emotions. But for me, it is one of the greatest way to handle them. I write everything I feel until they are gone or at least I am eased of them.
But time is… I really have to have the time to write.
Many ancient and classical writers have sought the aid of the muses but I think the muses if they are really existing, they are just inside me waiting to be awaken.
