deferred
Updated on 2010-01-02
I like writers—at least, those who bother to try—and I want to be around them, in one way or the other. Maybe it's because they're doing what I had to give up, or maybe just because I like having my attention swept away by their 'creations'.
Sometimes, I do not agree with the way they lead their stories, or dislike their usage of certain words; but those thoughts are never shared, for I don't think I should criticize if I'm doing nothing myself...
But deep down, I know I could never write like I did before, because I'm that kind of person anymore. The kind who needs to write to continue living or to remain sane.
Through the years, I've turned into someone who tells more with less, who scarcely uses words when trying to convey a message. I've turned into a person of actions, a person whose presence does more than diplomacy or conveying discourses...
Therefore, I can no longer write the way I used to. I'm too simplistic now, too direct, too efficient, even. And more than that, I can't commit myself with creative affairs. Not while I try to excel in my chosen path.