Branching Out

I discovered something about my creative writing skills today. I am stuck in one genre. When I started out with my CampNaNo adventure I had originally wanted to write a humor piece on the hilarity that would ensue if dyslexic zombies were roaming around looking for Brians instead of brains. That was the whiz bang idea that I stumbled upon in mid March and thought it was going to be sooooo easy to write. Turns out I was wrong. I started writing, and ended up scrapping two different beginnings to this novel because it just wasn’t flowing. I couldn’t write it satirically and full of humor. Apparently my darker side comes out in my creative writing because I can only write terribly depressing things. lol. At least when I’m left to my own creative devices. I guess I need to work on that after I finish this month. 

I think it’s kind of odd personally. When I first started writing it was nothing but small little humorous quips and children’s books. I mean I guess I was technically a child when I started writing in third or fourth grade… I don’t remember actually. I remember the characters and story lines, but I don’t remember how old I was. Then when I actually accomplished my first novel of substance I was 14 and it was right after the attacks on September 11th. I guess I saw the darker side of the world after that, and one of the ways I could cope with it was to write. 

In case you haven’t figured that out yet, writing is pretty much how I cope with things. lol. That and painting. Give me some acrylic paints and a canvas and you’ll get a masterpiece of I’m depressed or stressed out. Anyway… I should stop procrastinating and get back to my NaNo writing… until later Bloggies. 🙂