Queen of One Liners
There are so many distractions out and about. So much living to be done in between the pages you're trying to write. And there's always going to be someone who convinces you to put it on hold, long enough to live another chapter, and long enough for that interest to crash and burn and you're stuck at a block again.
Anything that's more than 7 chapters I start to get flimsy, start to feel jittery and I find some sort of reason to not go back to it again. I've talked myself out of so many good ideas, so much sense, just to sit back and have more ideas to ponder on. Queen of one liners. But I'd like to give up my crown. I'd like to give it to someone else, I'd like for someone else to wear it around. I've found too much heartache in these novels, and I always stop short of finishing one. I need to finish something. I need to finish myself, instead of finishing someone else.
I've come upon the conclusion, that my Prelude to You was supposed to be nothing more than an introduction..but that's the one I took the shot at, that's the one that left me all messed up. I take too much time to over analyze every minute, I mean every word and I fall short of an ending. I fall short of the ending it should have. I fall short. I fell short. I have fallen short. I will fall short.
I'm a writer, that's what I do. I can't be a lover, I never hold true. I lose interest in the lovely, and I take pride in being lonely and at one moment in time, I think that this is what I want to hear. I need to take a chance on a bridge I haven't burned, find inspiration in someone else willing to learn. I need to create a love, a novel and a heart that's willing to hold stitch. I want to feel motivated and not have the urge to ditch. I want to find pride in not being lonely, and take comfort in those arms, I want to finish a novel and not be alarmed. I want it to be a normal day to day thing for me, I want to find a muse that I can see.
I just want to finish a novel. Of words, of love, of sophistication, of inspiration, of life.