Comments on: Writing + Addiction http://www.thebradking.com/2009/07/08/writing-addiction/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=writing-addiction The Appalachian Geek Wed, 01 Feb 2012 16:16:51 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Brad_King http://www.thebradking.com/2009/07/08/writing-addiction/#comment-125 Brad_King Thu, 13 Aug 2009 06:30:48 +0000 http://www.thebradking.com/2009/07/08/writing-addiction/#comment-125 I think it's different for everybody. Or at least every writer that I know. When I write, finished or not, I'm always immediately engulfed by a tremendous emptiness. I'd say it's awful, but that presumes there is any feeling at all.<br><br>It's the void that comes after for me. I think it's different for everybody. Or at least every writer that I know. When I write, finished or not, I'm always immediately engulfed by a tremendous emptiness. I'd say it's awful, but that presumes there is any feeling at all.

It's the void that comes after for me.

]]> By: John http://www.thebradking.com/2009/07/08/writing-addiction/#comment-124 John Thu, 13 Aug 2009 06:23:04 +0000 http://www.thebradking.com/2009/07/08/writing-addiction/#comment-124 "The depression that comes after the writing high. The emptiness."<br><br>Never really thought about from the depressive standpoint, but more from the cathartic, I guess. Having thrown all of this crap, all of these ideas, out onto the page, and having finished a script/story/(good) written conversation/whatever, I feel drained. The reservoir is empty. Ready to be filled (and emptied) again.<br><br>Then comes the inevitable "what's next?" And I guess the only real depressive thought is the fear that there's never going to be a "next." That I'll stare out into the abyss of the imagination and see no new ideas. Just nothing. <br><br>That's a little rambly, but something I was thinking about the other day after finishing the second or third draft of something. That fear of the abyss. “The depression that comes after the writing high. The emptiness.”

Never really thought about from the depressive standpoint, but more from the cathartic, I guess. Having thrown all of this crap, all of these ideas, out onto the page, and having finished a script/story/(good) written conversation/whatever, I feel drained. The reservoir is empty. Ready to be filled (and emptied) again.

Then comes the inevitable “what's next?” And I guess the only real depressive thought is the fear that there's never going to be a “next.” That I'll stare out into the abyss of the imagination and see no new ideas. Just nothing.

That's a little rambly, but something I was thinking about the other day after finishing the second or third draft of something. That fear of the abyss.

]]> By: Brad_King http://www.thebradking.com/2009/07/08/writing-addiction/#comment-80 Brad_King Wed, 12 Aug 2009 23:30:48 +0000 http://www.thebradking.com/2009/07/08/writing-addiction/#comment-80 I think it's different for everybody. Or at least every writer that I know. When I write, finished or not, I'm always immediately engulfed by a tremendous emptiness. I'd say it's awful, but that presumes there is any feeling at all.<br><br>It's the void that comes after for me. I think it's different for everybody. Or at least every writer that I know. When I write, finished or not, I'm always immediately engulfed by a tremendous emptiness. I'd say it's awful, but that presumes there is any feeling at all.

It's the void that comes after for me.

]]> By: John http://www.thebradking.com/2009/07/08/writing-addiction/#comment-79 John Wed, 12 Aug 2009 23:23:04 +0000 http://www.thebradking.com/2009/07/08/writing-addiction/#comment-79 "The depression that comes after the writing high. The emptiness."<br><br>Never really thought about from the depressive standpoint, but more from the cathartic, I guess. Having thrown all of this crap, all of these ideas, out onto the page, and having finished a script/story/(good) written conversation/whatever, I feel drained. The reservoir is empty. Ready to be filled (and emptied) again.<br><br>Then comes the inevitable "what's next?" And I guess the only real depressive thought is the fear that there's never going to be a "next." That I'll stare out into the abyss of the imagination and see no new ideas. Just nothing. <br><br>That's a little rambly, but something I was thinking about the other day after finishing the second or third draft of something. That fear of the abyss. “The depression that comes after the writing high. The emptiness.”

Never really thought about from the depressive standpoint, but more from the cathartic, I guess. Having thrown all of this crap, all of these ideas, out onto the page, and having finished a script/story/(good) written conversation/whatever, I feel drained. The reservoir is empty. Ready to be filled (and emptied) again.

Then comes the inevitable “what's next?” And I guess the only real depressive thought is the fear that there's never going to be a “next.” That I'll stare out into the abyss of the imagination and see no new ideas. Just nothing.

That's a little rambly, but something I was thinking about the other day after finishing the second or third draft of something. That fear of the abyss.

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