I need to write more. I wish so much that I could just sit and write. And that would be my life. I could sell my books… or scripts. And they would be loved.
But I can’t. People can get better, but I don’t believe I have the talent for writing. I can craft words together to form a beautiful sentence, but I don’t have the ideas to form the beautiful content that is in the end absolutely necessary.
That’s why I can write essays. A teacher once told me that if he could only have one person write the essay, it would be me because of how I write, but that I just needed the information to write it with.
I think about that a lot. Because it’s very true.
