Originality

Good day en I wish you sunshine because it keeps raining here (of course, it's autumn, duh).

Confusing thought in my head.
What is originality? Does it even exist? Does not every thing come from something that came before, isn't there anything new under the sun?

Very confusing. If I dress like this and call myself original, is that even true? Or if I write this book on this or that subject, am I not unintentionally copying someone who has already wrote it before me?
Blah, I sound serious. Like, boring serious.
Is boring original?!
And now I sound utterly weird.

To get to the point: I thought about this a lot. I think everyone gets to a time when they think about it (I hope. Or not hope). Especially when it comes to writing. The fear of unintentional copy, fear you won't be able to say what hasn't already been said, the urge to come up with something new and bright and beautiful and NOT YET EXISTING.

That's probably where one stops because one thinks one is unoriginal and boring and will never become a writer (why isn't writing easy?! It's weird, because writing is 90% hard work and the rest is fun, but you can't just stop writing. That's ... impossible. And on the other hand I wouldn't want writing to be easy, because that wouldn't be right. Aaand now I'm off topic, let's go back, shall we?).

I think ... (here comes the wise opinion that is actually allready said a thousand times before ... that was sarcastic, sorry) ... one should not worry about being original, one should try to be oneself (is that even a word?). Like, write what you want to write, even if it has been written before, because when you write it, it will be different from the other person that wrote it when you where five years old and running through the yard with your little sister.
It's like that quote/saying/wise word: ''no one ever reads the same book.'' Two persons may read one book, but it will be different in their minds.
And since there is only one of you and everyone is unique what you write will allways be different.

Basically I wrote this post for my younger self and for my now self because I had the confusing thought about originality on my mind that I haven't actually answered.

Originality doesn't exist. Not in writing anyways. My opinion, though it may be brought to fall down again because someone comes with an counterargument that says original does exist.

It's still raining. I do hope for a bit of sunshine. Autumn leaves are beatutifull, and so are the sunsets and the fog, but not the rain!

Have a good day. With or without rain.

Winnie the Pooh + Writing

Sometimes writing is great. Sometimes it's horrible because it just won't come along. And sometimes it's a mix of a whole lot of things.

So here's a Winnie the Pooh post about writing.
(I realize it's not Period Drama or anything, but I like the Winnie the Pooh characters, they are all so divers and fit perfectly for this post.)

When everything goes perfect: your writing is perfect, your plot is perfect and you're just happy and want to dance around and shout and basically be like Tigger.

When you suddenly have to stop writing because you can't remember anything of the research you did yesterday on how to saddle a horse/when you get lost in all the details that envolve writing about how your story's geography works.

When you really need to write, but you can't start, and time is ticking by and you're sitting there and nothing comes and suddenly you doubt if you'll ever write anything good in your life.

When you read what you just wrote.

When you're writing and not really noticing what's happening around you.

The Eeyore mood you sometimes get for no reason at all

When you're eating and suddenly an amazing idea strikes you.

Despite that, you're secretly very happy to have finished your story, however short it is (I am at least!).

No also I will say goodbye. *quickly presses publish so I won't go talk nonsense that has nothing to do with this post*