Alex Mustard
Bio
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
- Ernest Hemingway
Stories (3/0)
Truth
I used to think that time would sort me out. I used to think that in time everything would smooth itself over and soon enough I would be happy (whatever the hell "happy" even is). I used to think that by talking the words I needed to talk, or crying the years I needed to cry, I would be OK... I would be sorted out... I would be "happy". But it seems like these goals I set myself are no longer achievable, or at least they may be but just aren't in my current mindset.
By Alex Mustard5 years ago in Psyche
Writer's Block
Usually I can just simply write for hours and hours and hours, but recently I've found it hard to even formulate sentences together, let alone paragraphs and chapters. Currently I am endeavouring on both a book (the second in a series I'm writing) and a play. Both are playing to my strengths, so are crime fiction.
By Alex Mustard5 years ago in Journal