Lack of productivity
Journal Entry: Wed Jan 10, 2007, 1:40 PM
I think I'll submit a lot more deviations soon, and resubmit the ones already in my gallery. I haven't written a poem in a long time, and it bothers me. I mean, I still write (compulsively), journal entries and thoughts and things like that, but actual, "structured" pieces of writing feel almost like a thing of the past. I was never at all a prolific writer; I wrote in bursts of feeling, and couldn't really plan or organize anything I wrote; I'm not the kind of person who can just sit down and write every day as forced routine. I realize that when I first started writing poetry, I didn't write a whole lot of it, and there were long intervals between poems, but towards the "end" (oh, I don't want to think of an end) I wrote them sort of regularly. I even remember a very brief period where I couldn't wait to get home to write two poems or something a day (which is pretty productive for me). Writing has always been kind of a form of self-induced torture as well as a love for me. There are reasons why it's so difficult for me to write (I feel like everything is difficult for me now, even just thinking about anything, because it just goes on and on and never, never stops; it's like plunging beneath the surface to a crushing depth; I can't think for all the thinking I do), but I won't go into them now.
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