Monday, October 12, 2015
I feel like the Walter Keane character in the movie “Big Eyes” when I sit in front of the computer and try to decide what to write. I am a fraud. I pretend to be a writer but I have no stories that pop into my mind at a moment’s notice. I can’t look at a prompt and pull a story out of my thinking cap.
Why did I think I could continue this charade? I get a story in my head from time to time, but nothing great, nothing that will separate me from other writers except that it will show that I am an amateur. I feel I had more stories in junior high and high school than I do now.
As Keane sat in the court room, looking at a blank canvas, so do I. This is where I judge myself. Perhaps it is time to give up. To put away my childish dreams of becoming an author and writing a book the world will want to read.
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I just watched it last night when I should have been writing.
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