Synopsis
Ok so I'm attempting at writing a book and I've been working on it for about a year now. Anyways it's still not complete but I attempt wrote a vague summary of what it is...
Daydreamer.
Ok so I'm attempting at writing a book and I've been working on it for about a year now. Anyways it's still not complete but I attempt wrote a vague summary of what it is...
Is it just me or is it when you write a story you see it as a movie running through your head?.
Sometimes I just feel like dying..
Does anybody have any tricks to overcoming writer's block. Anybody. My writing is utterly terrible at the moment..
Tapping my fingers to the rhythm of the clock I sat there waiting, cuffed, held against my will to this chair for what seemed to be hours now.
Dreams are what keep me sane. This world is tough, it has its highs and lows but I know these dreams hinder me more than they help.
I am the maniac, I am the fool. I found a monster in me when I lost my cool. It lives inside of me eating what's in its way. I put black spray paint on my windows during the day.
Letting the keys run past underneath my fingers I sat there quietly facing the piano. There were too many memories here, I thought. Too many that flooded my mind reminding me of his once existence.