Marica ... is difficult. Or at least to me it makes me so. If it's not for lack of rituals to do so, continuous burning my neurons front of a computer all day that make you want to get rid of these devices, or the fact that inspiration does not come when I want. Today is physical fatigue. In fact the ideas are going around in my head, and I'm afraid go if you do not write. I want to talk about destroying locomotives mongooses, and superstitions that I like to follow, and not so much. And I could write much much, but I have afraid to start and not finish. Fear of my own self-censorship, fear of not being as good as I want to be. Fear of sounding old song, sermonioso, or what is worst of all, pretentious.
is very difficult to find authenticity in writing. And I feel ridiculous worrying about that with a written production as brief as mine. Where did the spark I need? Rodrigo D paraphrase How do I calm myself?
last two post have been rare, but I really liked. Purpose New Year (as unoriginal and tired of me being like "being rennet" and make movies) that I intend to meet this year besides the usual that if I (a long walk, read a lot, eat well and live well) is writing. But this time it is serious. You have to burn the cartridge. Whether for a long time after discovering that writing does not satisfy me, that too would be an advantage.
ego But there is much, much existentialism, many doubts Birdbrain, and why not say so much fear in my journey to writing. I do not know what I find, do not know how I be, I think a change of reality and really scared me really changes. It's like the same fear that I gives a newcomer to a new city, where the ceiling of the room can be very high (not that I am afraid of old buildings with high ceilings) and I keep wondering what I'm doing there, so far from what I know. But I do not care much once you rationalize it, as my dad, at 2 days, you generally have to get me out by crane.
Let's see if this molt. To be more where they read my writings.
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