Every time I read novels or stories, I always have this motivation, this urge to write something, too. I have this drive to put pen to paper things I have in mind – like what the theme of my story will be and the names of the characters, and how will the story goes, and suchlike. But when I grab my laptop, open the MS Word, and about to start typing, the thoughts which I have minutes ago peter out.
I tried one or two sentences but, ended up deleting it and will try another one. Every bit of it doesn’t even make sense. Thus, I ended up closing the notebook, and ended up reading again hoping I could get another inspiration, another drive.
The problem is that, I think I’m not imaginative enough to be unique in my own terms. I don’t have it in me to be especially different from what the normal people would think. What I have in mind is also what others might think. My creativity in writing seems near to the ground. I had made scores of stories, cliched stories, I admit. And it’s left covert with just beginnings and no end.
Another problem is that, I don’t know how to make stories – an interesting one. I don’t know how to make the characters move in the story or how to clearly describe them or their surroundings. I made a number of stories since I was a kid but then, until now, I don’t have a complete, finished work of writing I can call masterpiece.
