Ever feel like there’s something inside you, some powerful thing you just need to let out? Though not necessarily know how?
Don’t worry, I’m not talking possession here. Just dreams.
I have this dream of being a novelist. Writing something amazingly life changing for some people. Or something that would touch and move people to do special things with their lives. Move me.
But you know what? Every time I start off writing something… and I am writing something now – practicing for Nanowrimo 2013 – well, I have to say, what comes out is not what I would want to come out.
No pearls of wisdom.
No heightened spiritual enlightenment.
No inspiring love story even.
What comes out is still, I don’t even know if I should say, fortunately or unfortunately… pure and simple erotica.
I try to change it…there’s a plot of course but let’s just say there’s a lot more text there to get your imagination going.
I am seriously getting tired of fighting with my subconscious on this one, or is it really my subconscious? After all, I am the one doing the writing. No alter ego or personality involved.
Should I just give in then?
Perhaps I have found my niche, huh?
Something to complement what I’ve feel I want to focus on more and more in my photography…A subset of portrait photography. Something on the more sensual side, celebrating womanhood. Anyone here familiar with boudoir photography?
yeah … celebrate the curves
I would continue to write what you feel. For the draft I wrote in April there was a lot of sex in it and that was deliberate but once I got through the draft, it then became apparent that less was going to be more so I edited a lot out. It was however necessary to keep writing in order to complete and not to worry over whether there was too much or too little of one thing or another if that makes sense. The important thing is to compete the draft and accept its imperfections and the assess how you mould it into shape.