Things I wish I had written

Things I wish I had written

This book. Or this one.

The lyrics of this song.

This movie script.

This BB episode.

This blog post.

A plan for a future novel.

An email to a co-worker. I don’t feel comfortable with blue either.

This paragraph describing the feeling I have right now: “You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.” from Hemingway, A moveable Feast.

Someone asked me this via email yesterday: What sort of writing interests you, and what do you want to achieve as a writer?

To what I answered: I can’t help but write, the same goes for reading. I’m interested in all sorts of writing, I have been transitioning from wanting to write novels (that I have never finished), to blog posts, to a non-fiction book, to poetry and more recently, short stories.

I don’t know if I want to achieve something per se, I just write what makes me feel good, picking up things from my daily life –whether they’re good or bad– and think “well, at least I got to write it down”.

I’ll let the Fall bring everything bad that has to bring with it, to froze it in Winter. By the time Spring comes, I’ll have written a whole lot. Or so I hope.