Well, I Had to Write About Something

One thing I hate about trying to get myself to write more often is actually finding stuff to write about. When you're expecting yourself to write something everyday, you also have to expect to come up with a new thing to write about everyday. And, the thing is, I can write about absolutely anything: it's my blog, my time spent working on it, so I should have complete freedom to go about this however I want. It should be liberating. But, at least in my case, it isn't. It's too much leeway for me.

I've found that many of the best stories I've written have had some sort of restriction placed on them. It could be a specific word count, or theme, or, in one case, when I was writing a short story as part of an application for film school a few years back, five specific items that HAD to be incorporated into the story somehow. The conditions on that last one didn't stop there either: 250 words tops. It's not easy writing a story so short, especially when you actually want to give your characters some development as well. But, it ended up being one of my all-time favorite pieces of work.

I think I thrive under those conditions because I will approach writing as some sort of problem to be solved and much of my enjoyment comes from figuring out how to make everything work.

But to have total freedom means not knowing where to start. There's so much I could write about and, yeah, that's the problem - there's sooooo much I could write about. And a lot of it is interesting.

So, of course, I just ended up rambling about not knowing what to base this post on instead. Ironic.

I really don't want to proof-read this thing. I think it's a bit of a jumbled mess.