A few days ago, I came to the realization that, I may have forgotten how to write.
*insert blank face here*
Let me rephrase that.
I may have forgotten how to write fiction.
In trying to understand why or how that happened, I came up with a few reasons:
- I have not been reading good published books. I am emphasizing “good” and “published” because frankly speaking, not all books free to read on Wattpad are “good” or “published”. So it doesn’t really count.
- I REALLY have not been reading any books AT ALL. Surprise, surprise.
It’s a delicate balance, you know.
I need to finished my novels on one hand.
But I also need to read good published books on the other hand.
On top of that LIFE.
And
SCHOOL. Yes, I’m a grad student.
How do I know I’ve forgotten how to write fiction?
Well, my sentences are less and less creative now.
I have way too many times when characters are “looking”, “smirking”, “chuckling”, “giving small smiles”, “glancing up”, “turning around”, etc.
No creativity either in description. “black as night” “dark murky night” “dark night”. Oh please, me. Night is dark, duh!
Or is it? Hmm…
So what to do about this?
1. PANIC
2. I wondered if maybe I should stop writing for a while and go back to being a bookworm. But that wouldn’t be productive.
3. Now I’ve decided I’m going to finish my first drafts FIRST. And then I’ll go and read. And then I’ll go back and edit.
(You know, you really can’t be a good enough writer without being a reader, too.)
4. Write poetry because that sometimes gets that creativity going.
Yes, I think that’s the solution.
So basically, I’m still going to have to put up with my non-creative self.
That’s going to be fun, I say and my voice is laced with sarcasm. (I recently found many using “laced” like this and I quite like it which means I’ll be seeing a heck ton of it in my writing. Oh how creative 
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FOXWOOD FOREST 