You have to be born for that!!
or try VERY VERY hard!!
So what can I say about writing?
Hmh, imagination is something what everyone has (dreams, thoughts,...) But there are people, who can tell imagination in word on paper. And this is the greatest job for me... I believe; let's say that is on second place, but it is an amazing job, because jo have no limits, you have no barrier ( I don't know if that even is a word), so what I am trying to say is that writing is something what you have in your soul, what you know the best how to do (an essey, songs, stories, novels)
That is something what makes you disappear in your world, in your little room with electric fan, because you are dying of heat!
Writing is something that substitute an alchol for me, haha ( and please don't think that I drink, because I don't)
And you just can't write all the time. You have to get an inspiration and write it down on a paper or phone. But that is something that I don't do ( or do very occasionaly) : / So do that and brings your thoughts to life.
For sometime I thought that this is something what everyone can do, they just need to focus, but when I was watching Smash ( yeah I know, I'm mad for it) There was this amazing song, that brought tears in my eyes, because I saw what writing really means, I saw that this is a true talent, that not everyone has and I am grateful for that!
And there is not much in this song, that told me this, it was a relationship between a writer and composer, it was a situation between those two characters that brought this song to life.
So here is the lyric to this amazing song:
"The Right Regrets"
A writer has the empty page
Where he can set the scene
He puts the actors on the stage
Or on the movie screen
The characters all say the words
The writer wants to hear
And then, my friend
A happy end
But when the writer steps outside
That room where he is king
He can't control when lives collide
Or what the lovers sing
And so he hides behind his words
The one place he belongs
And in black and white
He can rewrite the wrongs
Where he can find the strength to say
What those he loves should hear
And just erase mistakes she's made
Then make them disappear
Where he can change the plot
So he's a hero, not a louse
And when the curtain falls
There's not a dry eye in the house
A writer hopes to leave behind
A work no one forgets
And when he writes, "the end"
To find he has the right regrets
A writer has the empty page
Where he can use his pen
To mend his heart
And try to start
Again
This song is originaly written by Marc Shaiman and Scott Wittman
And if you want to hear it, here is a link (Debra Messing is singing!!):