I've been really busy with college stuff that my mind has become too tired to make use of my imagination. I can't picture the scenes for my novel. If only I have more time to relax, but I'm having a hard time keeping up with my major that I can't even think of relaxing. "Just three more years," I kept reminding myself--it's not very encouraging actually.
I need to place myself in Neverland, or some deep fantasy world to unleash my imagination. Movies help but I don't have time to watch one. "Just three more years..." But I'm not really sure if I want to be an accountant. I just like how much they're earning, but I don't like what they do to earn it. It's too much stress for my taste, and that's not good for creativity.
Where is my muse, my fairy, my Tinkerbell?
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