I Am Not a Middle Aged Man
You know those things you write without... consciously processing it?
When you feel like your very core, your very soul is lain bare?
So I wrote this and that's exactly what it felt like. So I don't really know what to say about a moment like that.
I was talking to a friend about moving up to Seattle and I realized that I've never taken a risk. Never had an adventure. Up until now, I've been content to live through the adventures of others. Bruce Wayne. Malcolm Reynolds. Edmond Dantes. Jack Aubrey.
And I started to think, maybe the reason I have such a hard time defining myself is because I've never done anything worth defining? Do you ever feel like that?
How can I expect to write and create characters when I haven't finished creating my own?
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
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Because you aren't a middle aged man? :\
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