Sunday, March 6, 2011

I Wish I Were An Artist

People may think that an author's job is easy. All they have to do is write down some stuff and then get it publish. Well, being a writer, it isn't easy. Being an painter would be so much easier. They just have to pick an image out of their head, find the right paints, and go at it. While a writer has to describe one single scene, an artist can do so without words and get a greater picture. An observer can look at the painting and figure out a story to go along with it and let their imagination run wild. A reader has to try to get the image that the author wants them to see and try to put themselves in the world the author has created.

Though I love writing, reading is so much easier and doesn't take as much time.

Since I'm in 4 English classes this semester, all the writing I seem to be doing has sucked out my willingness to write for fun. Though I do it once in a while, it's not on the story that I should be working on. I'm tired all the time and find it difficult to will myself to sit down and write a world  that I see in my head in a way that my readers (my favorite cousin Elise) can understand and like.

Maybe I need a vacation from all the writing I have to do. I'm currently on Spring Break and yet I have two papers to write that are due the week I get back, or the week after and I have to have multiple pages done. I already finished one on Thursday, but that was only a page or two. Though I like all of my classes, I'm getting tired of all the writing I have to do.

*Laughs*  Here I thought that I was sick of taking math classes for the last two and a half years when it took me barely a full semester to get sick of writing. How twisted is that? Pretty twisted, I'm guessing.

Well, I'm going to get back to my fun story that is just for me [sorry Elise! :) ] before I start up on my other project.

Crips. I wish summer would come already then stay for a whole year.