I think that as long as I can remember I have wanted to write. I think it started in high school when I had this amazing English teacher freshman year. He really taught me to love writing, and reading quality literature as well. I always loved reading. I think the reason I started reading so early in life, 4, was because I could not get my mom to read to me for hours and hours on end…and now my lovely Emma wants me to read to her hours and hours on end, but that is another story.
All through high school I read books, and wrote in journals, created short stories and had millions of ideas on what I wanted to write and read. It was extremely varied too, romance novels, fantasy, classics, non-fiction. It was all inspiring to me, and I could not get enough of it. Then…I went to college. I was lucky that I was such a fast reader, the amount of reading they expect of you in college is no joke, that’s for sure. And of course I pick a major that I know NOTHING about Business Administration, which mainly consisted of every macroeconomics class I could find…I may have had some issues back then. But, add to that the desire to take every American History class I could find and of course the women’s lit classes, and I was up to my eyeballs in reading…all the time…constantly. These are all subjects that I enjoy immensely, however, when you are in the thick of it (maybe it was just me), you can’t actually enjoy it, why? Because it is a REQUIREMENT.
Now, it has been a fair few years since I graduated from college…and it took me a while to want to return to reading and writing. But, now that I WANT to write again (reading has been well established for some time now, in fact I can’t seem to only read one book at a time), I feel like I have nothing to write about. I almost want to write some trashy teenage romance novel just to get my feet wet again.
Why can’t I seem to get into a writing groove anymore? Is it because there is SO MUCH going through my head that I can’t settle on one idea, or more often than not that I have NO ideas in my head at all and end up staring at a blank screen for 30 minutes. Granted, those 30 minutes are usually at 11pm after I have finally gotten the babes to sleep for the night, at which point I can barely form a coherent sentence…So instead I take up blogging…short little posts that I hope are funny sometimes or at least interesting to read. Don’t worry, I’m not holding my breath J
I know that in November they have NaNoWriMo, however, I’m not sure I would be able to come up with something interesting to write about. If I could just find a good idea, but it seems like all of my ideas have already been written, and I have this huge fear of stealing someone’s idea unknowingly. I read a lot of books, so who is to know if I am actually creating the idea myself, or if I am taking several ideas from books I have read and combining them into some sort of awesomeness…ok…maybe awesomeness is not the correct word there…hmmm…
What do you think? Do you write? How do you find your inspiration? Or do you find the whole idea of writing too daunting and stare at a blank screen for hours on end (that is a total exaggeration Matt, I don’t actually sit at the computer for hours and hours trying to find something to write about – have to put that in for my wonderful hubby who may or may not be reading my blog from work currently J)