#about creating stuff

Sometimes words just come for me and I'm not sure where to put them or how to arrange them. I find myself quite the disorganized person, but in the way that, I must try and put some order in things and so I try and try and try but I look at it from afar and it all feels just as messy and I'm not sure how to be a creative person in that way. Because I just look at it and see chaos and some people can just make it work and you look at it and it's beautiful. And I wonder how can I learn to be that.

Sometimes words want to burst from within us, full worlds wants to be explored in existence alone, and the only way for it to exist is through people who can imagine them. And sometimes these people don't even know what they are, simply that they must be.

Stories are... difficult. Because life is chaos. Life is complex, even the imagined ones, because even those are still, in the end, life. That's how I see it anyways.

Whenever I write stories or have them play out in my head, I always think of the people in it as real people. What would they say? How would they react? What are they feeling? And so on. And the more I do this, the more I get to know them. And eventually, I'll be writing something that just doesn't cut it, I get stuck and I think “how do I get unstuck?”, “how do I make this work?” but soon I realize that the problem is: the story is not mine. This isn't my life I'm telling about. I always say that we're not the ones telling the stories, it's the characters. So let them.

I've had this happened a few times in my life and it always catches me a bit off guard and I laugh at it later. I'm in the zone, writing things away and they'll do or say something that'll make me freeze and go “oh, I didn't expect this, so he'd react this way, huh? I see...” and it makes me feel like I'm getting more familiar with a friend of mine. And I love it. I keep it to heart because it is important.