My muse for storywriting has left me. I had big big ideas for my fantasy novel several months ago, and wrote some stuff and then just got stuck. I suppose that might be because I just had a basic idea, some idea about the start, the ending, and little bit of scenes in between but I never quite came up with a detailed plan. I just started writing and that was it. I mean, Tolkien did that, right? He didn't exactly plan anything, at least not in detail. I do realise I can't compare myself to Tolkien.
Maybe I should just try to write a novel that is a little bit closer to home. A lot of authors write something autobiographical. I would do something like that, if I could. However, even though I've been through a decent amount of things that aren't, you know, self-evident, I don't quite know what are how to write about those things. It are all seperate things, that at this point, I can't combine into a story. Besides, I'm also only 19. I mean, what can happen in the first 19 years of your life that is worth writing about?
It's probably not something you should want so badly, write a book, I mean. I'll just trust on it, that one day, it'll just hit me. I'll have a brilliant idea and write a bestseller. Or maybe just something that'll at least please me. It doesn't have to please anyone else. You should live to please yourself, not others. If you are pleased with yourself it is sure to rub off on other people. You make your own happiness, others can't do it for you. Now that's a good motto.
That would be worth writing a novel about, 'My road to Happiness' or something. Does sound a little bit cheesy, as if it's written by a 50 year old housewife plagued by a disastrous past. Or some famous person who's suddenly stopped being famous and with this book tries to regain that fame. I'm never going to call my novel that.
Maybe I'm just not ready to write a novel yet.
Saying goodbye to you now, I remain Museless,