I do not like being told what I can and cannot write about. It frustrates me. It frustrates my brain because it crushes my creative juices down into a few little bits of pulp. Pulp that tastes sour and burns the tongue. Writing turns from something fierce and raging into a boring job. It becomes a formula that must be followed. Build the base, fill in the blanks, repeat. Where is the fun in that? I know where it is, it's back in that original idea I had. The original idea that had no set formula, no set structure, no lame idea that was squeezed out of a tube like writing toothpaste. It will turn out okay in the end but there will be little passion behind it.
On the other hand I suppose it makes me think in a new way, makes me think of something I wouldn't have thought of before. Somewhere in the future I'm sure I will appreciate this but right now I simply feel intense writer angst.
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