Writing is like Peppercorns

Original:
I love writing. I love creating a story out of my imagination, however I dislike when I have to write about something boring that I do not care for. Something that I have to write about because I am told to by those who hold power over me. I don't mean it in the sense that I, in my spare time, write all the time and always have ideas and inspiration to write about, because inspiration comes from all sorts of different people and scenarios, and sometimes I write something really good that I am really proud of out of a scenario that I never thought I would. No, the thing I dislike about writing what others tell me to, is when there are so many rules to what I need to write that it becomes an exceedingly tedious task and I lose all my creativity.

Final:

I love writing. I love the feeling of creating a stoup filled with my imago in which the readers can wash away their own. What I dislike is when I feel forced to write about something boring. It feels like a power cut in my brain circuit, every time I have to. It is as if the filmstrip in my head has to be sensitized to only infrared light but my thoughts of what I would rather be doing are like a sparkler that goes off and ruins the entire filmstrip. Just like the method of time exposure, I know that a very difficult procedure can sometimes make me ideate a certain topic in a completely new way – however when time exposure becomes the norm it becomes a tedious installation in my writing process that requires way too long of an installation time every time I have to write and often the result ends up being only so-so. Ideas are like peppercorns, from afar they all look the exact same but if you were to make peppercorns your entire world for a day you would realize how different two peppercorns can really be. Their shape, their surface, even their taste and scent would probably differ in the tiniest ways. However, it requires a great deal of motivation for me to stay focused on a specific idea to extend where I can even delve into the scent of it. Sometimes I feel that the thinking cap I am told to put on is one that is to tight that I have no room for my thoughts and they become load rumbling in my head creating chaos. It makes me want to tastefully decline the given task before I lose my sense of credence and go crazy.

Original Nouns Replaced:

I love writing. I love creating a stoup out of my imago, however I dislike when I have to write about something boring that I do not care for. Something that I have to write about because I am told to by those who hold power cut over me. I don't mean it in the sensitize that I, in my sparkler, write all the time exposure and always have ideate and installation to write about, because installation comes from all so-so of different peppercorn and scent, and sometimes I write something really good that I am really proud of out of a scent that I never thought I would. No, the thinking cap I dislike about writing what others tell me to, is when there are so many rumble to what I need to write that it becomes an exceedingly tedious tasteful and I lose all my credence.

A room of one's own

Before:

When one writes, a new world is being extracted. Having different meanings within different genres, this world is a sphere of different emotions and thoughts conglomerated through expression. It is thus through expression that the writer creates a new world, though the expression itself is not only a question of creating something new, but also a way of living. In that sense the writer has an urge to express herself like anyone else – it is only that she, in contrast to the average person, expresses herself (mainly) through words. Writing is thus, putting it in short, a liberation of the mind in which one’s thoughts are transcended and liberated.

After

(The horrifying version)

When one writes, a new worldless world is being extracted. Having different meanings within different gents, this worldless world is spherical and has different kinds of emotionalization and is thoughtfully conglomerated being expressionless. It is thus being expressionless that the writer creates a new worldless world, though the expressionless writer is not only creating something new, but is also living. In that senseless way, the writer has an urge to express herself like anyone else – it is only that she, in contrast to the average person, expresses herself (mainly) being worded. Writing is thus, putting it in short, a librarian in which one’s thoughts are transcended and liberated.