Far Away.

I recognized that wirting is mostly all about bad weather and not being happy. It’s not that I only can write if I’m depressed or so. It’s just if you’re giggling around and everthing is about “fun, fun, fun” I just can’t spend hours sitting anywhere and write.
Today was such a day… I had some stress with a really good friend. I kinda love having problems and making trouble. I counfused him completely. Poor guy…
And it rained… I like rain, but it means that you can’t spend the whole evening outside. And it’s cold…
So I wrote. Finally I nearly finished the next chapter of my story “Demon Calling” … It’s July and I’m writing about christmas. Another point why bad weather was really supporting me. *grin*
The last months weren’t about being creative and writing… what I actually *have* to do. Sometimes it’s like a need. But the last months were about having deep thoughts about life and future… personality and myself… Maybe some hippie crap about finding the true “me”. Didn’t find it! I don’t even have a clue of the real me. But this “search” stopped me…
I hate it, because in a way it still does… it’s all about having trouble with my friends and brooding.