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Nothing eventful has happened latey. I'm suffering from some type of writer's blcok because i seem to be stuck on the current chapter that I've been on for over a month. Below I've written the prologue of "Edens Fall". The chaos that is around me keeps me from being as motivated as I normally would be. The chaos is constant --yelling, loud humming of the fans, banging of doors being shut, and the jangling of the keys. One could ask me if I used to imagine that my life would end up like this -- I would have told them 'no' with a capital N - D! Really as a child I had no type of real imagination concerning my adult life, one thing I've always been good at was my ability to write. I've even won contests because of it. Writing has become both m hobby and my passion so much so that my whole focus is to write.
Prologue: My name is Fallun. I am that which i am. My nature is to survive though it's not of my widhing to do so. I do so by the only way in which I know how. Wandering I am a nomad of sorts. I take what I need to from the places I come to and moving on. Before I am noticed. Before someone has a chance to see me and what I really am. I've stood on the edge of this cliff watching the time pas by. The humans move through it like ripples made with a pebble as one throws it into a pond. How can I even begin to question the beginning or end of so many tellings which I have no control over? Humans have moved past me with a certainty that I'm nothing more than a trick played on theor eyes or a shdow made by the setting sun. the few that have never seen my true nature have never lived past the point of my lips moving across their skin: Like any story, I believe the best place to begin id the beginning but for me I have one to my own knowledge. I only know the first memories I have.
Thus us the beginning off my noel that I'm working on. I've put so much into.
I wish I was anywhere but here. This has been my first thought for many days that I have lost track of. But apart of me knows I deserve my fate. Maybe that's why I've come to terms with where I am. I am not happy with my life not even content to say the least. How can one ever find any type of contentment in my position. But my focus is not on my situation its on my writing so let me continue to do just that-- Write.
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Like your story. Hope you continue writing....Writers block can happen to anyone. I'm sure in your situation clearing your mind in not an easy thing to do. If you're having trouble focusing on a specific story try putting it aside and write whatever comes to you. Like you did in this blog. I actually found the description of your surroundings quite compelling. Keep writing about what is now your life, the things you see and feel. I can't imagine being in your shoes. Your day to day routine must be very hard, but you must be a strong person because as difficult as it is you're dealing with it. Writing about it might give you some kind of release and clear your mind for writing other things.
Good luck with everything,
Jack
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