What if you had the power to wipe away a time of ruin, at the cost of destroying a ruined time? Would you do it? Would you beg, steal and murder for a fresh start and a new beginning? Would you see the destruction around you and crave a utopia in its place?
All things come with a price tag. To eat the fruit is to die by its poison.
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This evening I got some new ideas to chew on that were partly spawned from listening to this song and watching The Hunger Games.
It's official now guys: I'm now hyping myself up for Catching Fire. Coming out on November somethingth-or-other. As afore mentioned in some of my more recent posts, my writerly inspiration hasn't exactly been faring well. It's not exactly writer's block, instead, it's more of a "wait a minute, why do I even like to write stories anyhow" feeling of apathy.
Yeah...writer's apathy. That's what it is.
Of course, writer's apathy is something entirely different than that of blogger's apathy. Blogger's apathy is like when you sit in bed at night with you mechanical pencil and cutesy notebook, trying to decide what to journal about---and coming up with absolutely nothing because your life is a place of boredom. Writer's apathy is when you decide to try to place a plot on paper and bend it into proper readable form...only to find that the entire process is much longer, more complicated, and downright HARD to do. Side effects may include less habitual reading and frequent addictions to BBC TV series.
They say that to write a book, you have to love your story so much that you're willing to go through the boring mud and muck that makes up ninety percent of authoring (or authorship?). If that's the case, I guess I'm still waiting for my big brainstorming break.
So many ideas...so few conclusions...and absolutely zero finished products.
Yay. Apathy.
