I'm gonna break down these walls I built around myself
Okay, so I stole the line out of cotext, but it sums up what I wish I could do right now. These aren't walls about intimacy or protection though...
These are walls about inspiration.
I have an English coursework essay to draft for Thursday, and I'm trying to work on a story I've had buzzing around my mind for about four months. But however hard I try, I can;t get that opening line down. I've re-written the opening pages about three times now because I just can't get the tone and feeling right.
If anyone has a sledgehammer they can lend me to get rid of these walls, it'd be much appreciated.
Plectrum status: I feel rather lonely without it. Wish I could take it to Young Guns and show it off... they'd appreciate the story.
So this is V...
- The Letter V
- Some people use two names. Some people use mononyms. Some people use just one syllable as their name. I use one letter. Hello, and welcome to my world. This blog is an insite into what goes on directly inside my brain. I rant, rave, rage and roar on here, and this is where most of my more personal thoughts are written. I'll share my emo moments (you might want to skip those), my life-is-perfect moments (which are arguably worse), and everything inbetween... To be honest, it's probably not a good idea to read any of this blog. I live for music, my friends, hugs, chocolate and my kitty hat, though maybe not in that order. And I'll be doing a hell of a lot of writing when I'm older, so I'd better start now... So, what are you waiting for? Dive into my crazy, twisted world and join me as I swim through this poorly thought out extended metaphor.
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