I Write at Night
Friday, July 18th, 20081. journal
I keep a note pad and a pen beside my bed at all times. Some evenings, for weeks at a time, I won’t write in it. Other evenings I’ll spend an hour writing obsessively about a single sentence I couldn’t get out of my head, a thought that won’t let me sleep or a moment in my day that made an impression on me. I can’t sleep until I write it down or I’ll spend hours mulling over the words, then become annoyed in the morning when I can’t remember what I was thinking about.
I don’t think I’m a creative writer, I don’t believe I’m a person that can come up with original ideas. I’m heavily influenced by the books I’ve read, the movies I’ve watched, and the things I’ve heard. It’s impossible for me to write creatively and feel like it’s really my own.
I think I’m a great persuasive writer. I think I’m a fabulous technical writer. I like to do both. I think this is also the reason why blog writing is so difficult for me. I’m in need of a specific niche, a topic that I can research and construct. I can’t just talk about my day- what happened when I drove to work, what I’m doing this weekend, or how I’m feeling about the past. I’m an open person, but I feel like I can’t talk about mundane events or emotions without sounding repetitive and boring. Actually that’s a lie, my myspace blog is filled with shit that no one cares to know. Ditto for Facebook. I’m a little overexposed.
