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I think it's funny that I can't find the words to describe how much I love words. I like to read. I like to write. I like to type. I like communicating. I like sending messages. I like receiving messages. I enjoy the sound of my fingers typing away on my laptop's keyboard. I smile with each loop and line I use to form letters in my handwriting.
I don't know when it started. I've just always had this pull toward words. I was reading at an early age, easily before kindergarten. I'm told that one of the first things I was able to read was a box of Pop Tarts. "Enjoy our other delicious flavors!" I said out loud. My family was stunned, to say the least.
Words just hold so much power and yet they're just an assembly of squiggly lines that we've come to understand as letters that, when properly combined, can make us cry. Words can start a war or start a following. Words are able to bring peace or confusion. When set to a melody, words become a song. They're just so versatile and splendid.
As a fan, I do my best to utilize words in ways that I see fit; I try to get the most out of them (the more syllables the better. It's like linguistic gymnastics and it's awesome).
My love of literature has taken shape with little hints here and there. Easiest example are the journals I've been writing in since 2001. Every now and again I'll take a glance at the first few entries and it's like a window to the past. Suddenly, I remember why I wrote what I did and how I felt at the time. The smell of the paper vaguely smells like the strawberries and cream air freshener we had plugged in at the time.
I'm on a constant search for more words; new words that may be able to pump life into my ailing literary creative mind. Writer's block has quite the grip on me but I feel  the solution resides in books. I feel as though reading new material will be like rain in the desert-- refreshing and cleansing. Year after year, I attempt to write a novel in November and, while some years are better than others, I always fall short and add another unfinished work to a document folder on my desktop.
I try. I always try. I'm largely unsuccessful, but I'm going to try every time because it's what I love to do. I want to continue doing it. My fondness for words and writing strengthen my will to persevere.

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Perhaps I can only focus on one goal at a time?
While I have been slacking on my blog updating, I HAVE been going to the gym five days a week since the beginning of February, shifting from working my writing muscles to working the muscles in my body (note to self: working writing muscles will not leave you sore the next day).

But on the note of writing, I haven't stopped thinking about things I want to write. Lately, my inspiration has come from music. For National Novel Writing Month, I attempted a story that stemmed from my fascination with the imagery my mind would come up with after listening to Florence + the Machine. My newest idea comes from Robyn's "Dancing on my own":

I just want to write a piece about a woman remaining strong after heartbreak sets in when she sees an ex-lover with another girl. There's just something about that emotion that I identify with. That pinch in your throat you fight against when your heart is overwhelmed with sadness. You breathe in and tremble when you exhale.

Onto something completely different, I've been having thoughts of incorporating gaming into my blog. As a gamer, I find it a bit silly that I've gone this long without having a serious, game related post. To be honest, I'm not real big on tags or labels, but I might incorporate them into the blog so that game related posts and life posts can be filtered easily. Why I hadn't thought of this earlier is a mystery to me.