I always had a thing about statements. They make me happy and complete. When I started using statements in my writing, I felt like a kid when discovering their favorite toy without knowing what that was until then.
If you think about it a person makes at least ten statements a day. I am tired. I am angry. I am hungry. These are just the regular, usual ones that we use everyday. In writing I love using shocking statements about my characters, something that will define their entire personality, but still leaving you wanting to know more. That’s what statements are: incentives.
Today I have a lot of random incentives to share. I feel dead. My brain is exploding while my body hurts and begs me to put it to rest. I love my tired self. I have wished for this kind of tiredness to come along for so long that the pain in my body is a mere impeditive to enjoy this. I wish life was easy. I wish I could wake up in the morning and lock all my sorrow, sadness, depression and darkness in a securely locked drawer. I need chocolate. I need tones and tones of chocolate and not because I am a big fan of chocolate, but because my tongue wants to feel its taste. I love my life. I was the best I could have been today. I felt both joy and disappointment and let it all out so I could feel it, not hide it. I hear my pillows, my bed, my bedtime story all calling for me to sleep. Good night!
