I had this strange urge to write over the weekend, after listening to Adam Levine non-stop for two weeks, I felt inspired by his voice, his music, and his talent, and I wondered why I didn't jump on this bandwagon all this time, and also the freakish way he reminds me of a slash between Keanu and someone I am sure I have dated. I am still trying to figure out who. It was hard to pick up and write since I have to start being scholarly now with myself. So I have to stifle my creativity just when I have finally found my spark, after all these months. And it was Adam that regenerated that. Something about that voice though, reminds you of something you've heard before and didn't really mind the first time around, like a cross between Stevie Wonder and Sting. Hmmm...this post is not about him, I promise.
Back to me:
So I wrote this story, which reads like all of my other stories. Deep, full of somber conversations about love, life, unrequited love, sappy love shit, nothing particularly new. I feel like inviting someone to read it so they can critique it for me, point out a few things I might have missed. I did the first rewrite yesterday, tempted to do the second one tonight, but I just will not. Let's just stop it there. The first draft works fine, until you tailor it too much and it reads like a manufactured story, like all those Hollywood scripts that have been through so many rewrites and out comes the slurge.
I like it a little, and thats all that matters. It doesn't do Adam justice, he is such a fresh faced young man, but I'll wait for some fresh thought to come to me.
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