I wish I could say that the title of this entry was true, however, it is often far more than two wrongs that actually make me write. I've never been quite sure as to why, but I do know that inspiration finds me most often when things are most grim. I am very aware of all the possible reasons for this, I just have not ever been able to narrow done precisely which one applies to me. Unnecessary tangents aside, due to a wonderful cocktail of emotional lows, little sleep and copious amounts of caffeine, my newest writing project once again has life! It started out as a strange bit of inspiration, something I could barely grasp and I merely felt I needed to get out of my head, regardless of quality. The working title of the project (up until this point) has been, Something Beyond My Abilities, but now, now I finally have direction. It is refreshing to feel this again, it makes me feel the same way I did while writing my first book. I still have a very long journey ahead of me, but I finally feel I have a map, or at least a piece. A piece is all I really need because I have found that once I start down a path, these things tend to write themselves. I may, at random intervals, post chunks of said project on this blog, as a way of reminding myself and keeping the story fresh.
Dostoevsky had once said, "Deprived of meaningful work, men and women lose their reason for existence; they go stark, raving mad." Perhaps I have now found what I need to stave off the madness. I can only hope that this project does not lose its luster and that it continues to be meaningful, if to no one but myself. I suppose at this venture, I'm the only one it should have meaning to.
Tonight has been productive, but now it is time for much needed sleep. Goodnight, good morning or good afternoon, just covering all the bases.
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