I have this knack for writing the beginnings of short stories. Sometimes maybe an intro and a short “chapter” too. But I can never finish them and I don’t know why. I have so many thoughts in my head and a ton of started but not completed stories.
And I think they could be really good too, which is why it is so disappointing. I want to right about characters with depth that have struggles with real life, like actual people do. About mental health challenges. Not fictional romance, even though the stories themselves will be fictional. I want to write about the messy, the mundane, the complicated and raw. The things that people don’t want to talk about but that they feel in their souls.
I write about it on my blog sure, but I want to make stories of it. Let someone get lost in it, take them away from this world for a while and delve into things that are real but are also an escape. Relatable but tug on the heart. I wish I could figure out how to open my mind and simply finish something.
So, I apologize for all the random intros and entries of stories that are unfinished. That are just excerpts from books I really wish I could write. Someday I hope I will be able to actually write them. Maybe in retirement? When I have more time and energy and I don’t have school and work and a million other things going on. Until then, I’ll just keep blogging and writing (kind of good) poetry I guess.