When I was a child I often took a sheet, blank sheet waiting for something. What do you want to write, Q.? The sheet waited for a phrase, the first one, the phrase that gives a beginning
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And you should be. I think your English is getting even better.
Oh... and i loved this, mostly because i absolutely relate. I, too, can remember nothing more exciting than finding a stash of blank paper when i was a kid, but with me, it seemed it was at least as often not words that would fill the space. As a very young child (early elementary school -- like 6-8 years of age or so?), i would fill pages in my composition books with doodles, page after page of abstract silliness, almost arguably a waste of paper. Later, it'd often be designs; i'd draw gears and diagrams of robots and other things with little purpose. I also loved comics. Interestingly, i never was a very good artist. :/
Anyway... this post grabbed me because i remember that feeling. It was like excitement -- possibility right there -- but also a pressure, like an expectation.
[And you should be. I think your English is getting even better.] There isn't a passable reason. Somehow watching movies like Jarhead is useful. :P
When I was 12-13 I dreamed about the day in which I would be able to draw my favorite characters in the same sheet. Ranma, Rayearth... Mangas like these. I thought: "That day I'll be a real drawer". I thought that I needed years and years, decades and decades. I remember the frustrating sensation: you've taken a sheet, you've taken a pencil, you know what do you want to draw but you fail. It's the same matter with sheets and words, now.
I've used much time for writing these phrases. Maybe I made some mistakes. I've written these words slowly, doubtful. Damn, it's frustrating :P
One day I'll be able to write in English. :P
[Interestingly, i never was a very good artist. :/] And I never will be a good musician. (Maybe.) But I love music, you know. Fortunately there are people like you.
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Oh... and i loved this, mostly because i absolutely relate. I, too, can remember nothing more exciting than finding a stash of blank paper when i was a kid, but with me, it seemed it was at least as often not words that would fill the space. As a very young child (early elementary school -- like 6-8 years of age or so?), i would fill pages in my composition books with doodles, page after page of abstract silliness, almost arguably a waste of paper. Later, it'd often be designs; i'd draw gears and diagrams of robots and other things with little purpose. I also loved comics. Interestingly, i never was a very good artist. :/
Anyway... this post grabbed me because i remember that feeling. It was like excitement -- possibility right there -- but also a pressure, like an expectation.
Thank you for writing this.
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There isn't a passable reason. Somehow watching movies like Jarhead is useful. :P
When I was 12-13 I dreamed about the day in which I would be able to draw my favorite characters in the same sheet. Ranma, Rayearth... Mangas like these. I thought: "That day I'll be a real drawer". I thought that I needed years and years, decades and decades.
I remember the frustrating sensation: you've taken a sheet, you've taken a pencil, you know what do you want to draw but you fail.
It's the same matter with sheets and words, now.
I've used much time for writing these phrases. Maybe I made some mistakes. I've written these words slowly, doubtful. Damn, it's frustrating :P
One day I'll be able to write in English. :P
[Interestingly, i never was a very good artist. :/]
And I never will be a good musician. (Maybe.) But I love music, you know. Fortunately there are people like you.
[Thank you for writing this.]
Thank you.
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