Reviews and analysis leech my energy.

Yesterday I wrote an entry about a book which I had recently finished reading. I wrote it in a rush, not really thinking about what I was writing. The entry turned into part synopsis, part opinion, but accomplished neither well. This has reminded me of how much I despise writing reviews.

Reviews and analysis leech my energy. In fact, there is rarely a more striking time when I see how much of a creative writer I am. I will tell you that I do love analysing and critiquing, it is just the manner in which I do it that matters. I prefer conversation, where ideas flow organically so I am not bound to a word on a page. Conversation often has me thinking in ways I may not have otherwise, and has sometimes led me to totally change my opinion; which is something incredible if you know how stubborn I can be. So, I rarely bother writing in such ways.

I will have to think of some format in which I can share my opinions on books, films, music(s), because sometimes I feel as if I must communicate how much I love or hate something.