Lately, I really wanted to write, but I’m having hart time finding the inspiration. So, apparently, I am making inspiration up.
I used to enjoy writing very much. Used to be really good and wrote interesting short stories. And my style was (and still) is good. Was even published in one of the local newspapers. It was when for a short period of time I didn’t have internet at home and went to an internet cafe to send it to the newspaper. And they published it. I got a lot of attention from my teachers and people were stopping me on the street to express their gratitude that someone picked an interesting subject to be the center of attention.
I got many of my stories shut down with many domains taken down because of lack of funding. I had few of them on a fb profile that now is locked. I had many on a forum. But al of them are not available to me anymore and I think that discouraged me to make more of them. I am especially sorry for one of them and got a lot of attention from many people.
I thing that is the reason why I choose to write about a (for me) distracting and not that important thing – like this blog.
I miss creativity. A lot! The current situation with my creativity is limited to my clothing that I don’t have place to wear it – even before the world shut down. I really want to express my inner spark through my creativity but from day to day that is looking more and more impossible because some peoples minds are very limited and „outside the box“ is less and less appreciated. After a while, living in a place that appreciates nothing except sheeps that are taken to a voting poll and poltroons that exist only for politics and to get by. I am very offended by that! And it is really taking toll on my health. Because: what is creative soul without a place to express it!
A photo taken from me right before the world stopped with absolutely no filters: