The Power of Suggestion

"I have been on the bridge that spans two worlds..."

No but seriously, I've been caught in a creative whirlwind, or tornado really, for the last month or so and that kind of messes with my own take on reality. I've been mass producing page after page and there seems to be no end to this madness. But I love it. I absolutely love it.

My genetic gene pool consists of words. Whoever or whatever it is that decides these things probably thought it was a good idea to skip the numbers and science alltogether and focus on the words and creativity. Which was why I as a nosy five year old told my parents that it was about time I learned how to read and write. I understood that there was a whole world there to discover before I understood other stuff that would probably had been more useful to me.

Writing was my first love but it didn't really turn into a relationship until I was 13 and got an electric typewriter from my father. It was a noisy bugger, and for years I tried different ways of drowning the sound of they keyboard as I usually stayed up all night writing. I wasn't very good though, it was never really about that. Being good that is. I would like to think that I am getting better though.

When my boyfriend moved in with me and I needed to free some space in my closet I found that first story I wrote from around 1992 to about 1997 . I didn't even remember that I'd brought it with me when I moved to my apartment but there it was, under a pile of old clothes that I can't bring myself to throw out. I kept it in a black thick folder and most of it was typed on my typewriter. Hundereds of pages. Of crap really, but it's my crap and it's not the text in itself that moves me, it is what it represents. But I won't lie, it is crap incarnate.

The other stories I've worked on (actually only two more) are all in my computer and they are getting less and less crappy. I guess it is the power of development and probably also because I am not writing alone these days. There is this need of trying to do better when you know someone will read it, even if it is only one person and you know you can write just about anything and she'll think it's brilliant... But you still try to push yourself to do better and sometimes when you go through your stuff you'll find something that isn't half bad and you feel kind of proud.

But as passions go, this is mine and if I am absent in my blog it only means I'm being creative elsewhere. So if you'll excuse me I have a very depressed and border line suicidal homosexual who needs my attention.