Yes. I am a nerd. I recently started reading that book because I like LOTR ever so much… and it seems interesting so far. I’m excited! ^_^
But, I’m also going to try and get back on track about my thoughts on writing. My next post was going to be all about stories… but I had a spot of trouble with that and decided to hold off a while until I could get that resolved.
My friend—the one who was questioning my Christianity—and I are good again. The two of us and another mutual friend talked about the issues that came up and, while maybe they don’t support some things in the last writing I sent them, they agree that the way in which I heard about it could have been better.
That’s okay though. I’m not too upset, and I respect their opinions and concerns. I might not change anything I have so far written, but I will think carefully as I continue writing in that particular story and re-evaluating whether I want to keep it the way it is or not.
With that said, let us move into the world of stories…
Why do I write stories?
Well, I like stories better than poetry. That’s a short way of putting it, I guess. I like telling stories, whether it’s reiterating what I did during the day, making up weird stories on the spot while I’m talking to people, or actually writing out stories. I like telling them.
I like reading them, too. I have a bajillion books in my room and this summer my goal is to get through as many as I can before classes start in August and I get swamped with school reading. True, not all of them are story-type books, like the ones I’m reading right now aren’t… but most are.
Other than simply “liking” them, why do I write stories?
Expression, of course. That’s a fairly simple answer too, so we’ll have to do something to make it sound more complex and give me an opportunity to tell you lots of things that might not interest you ^_^
For instance, expression is what made my friend start to explode on me.
That is because, once again, I like things to be about me and how I see situations or other people. I can tell you all about my daily & weekly doings, but it’s just different when I tell a story that I make up out of my head. Then I can obviously tell you all about how I see things, but not incriminate any particular person that might not want me to tell you how I see them.
That would probably make people feel better… because instead of writing about Billy-Joe in my class who cusses like a sailor and does drugs or something, I can have my character Jimmy-Bob representing Billy-Joe and taking on some of his personality and habits, while failing to actually be Billy-Joe himself.
Unfortunately, this kind of thing rubbed my friend the wrong way. I based my narrator and my (so far) only speaking secondary character on my observations of “typical college kids”, and therefore these two both drink & use some unsavoury language… and while I know that isn’t what EVERY college kid is like (I’m not), it is what I did.
The language really got to some of my readers though, and that one friend in particular… so I am still sort of debating on whether or not I should keep it, but I haven’t decided for sure yet. Maybe if it had been just the secondary characters and not the narrator (since the narrator can be confused with the author sometimes) it wouldn’t have been as much of an issue… but I will pursue that thought in a later post.
So while stories let me be expressive about what I see around me, they’re different from poetry because I can give you different impressions with a story about some people than with a poem about something cheesy or obscure.
I also tend to get more responses from people about stories than poetry. Not sure why that is… maybe because I get more people to read a story and fewer to read poems. Ooooor… maybe people just don’t have anything to say about poems because they don’t think they know enough to tell me anything. Who knows?
All I know is that I got my most unexpected response to any poem/story that I’ve had a friend/acquaintance read… and I didn’t much enjoy that x_x
I should be more grateful though… that the people who read it finished what I have done so far. I know a lot of people don’t like to read a whole lot, and the thought of reading something from a friend that extends for 20+ pages… that’s a lot for a lot of people. Of course… around 20 pages is where my stories tend to die (I think I once got up to maybe… 39 pages?), so I don’t know what will happen if I ever actually finish one! Could anyone I know stand to read something that turns out a few hundred pages?
I hope so… as I don’t know how else I will ever find readers if none of my friends and/or acquaintances will brave the potential for boredom and read it through.
Whether they like it or not though, I’d better get to work again soon so my story doesn’t die this time!
That said, I think I’ll wrap this up and go do something else now that it’s 1 in the AM. I am almost done with these posts about writing… I wanna look at some of the stories I’ve started though and tell you a little bit about them and why they are/were important to me… and then I’ll be done.
Mr. Harding: That’s not a very ladylike way to talk.
Kristen DiGiorgio: Well, I’m not a lady, am I?
Mr. Harding: I see…