Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Bacon for Dinner
It does a body good.
I decided not to do the picture thing today. I didn't have any pictures in the archives that said anything earth-shattering. I don't know, I need to start taking more pictures of more stuff.
I don't really have any other news to report. As someone who is very seriously looking into going to grad school for writing, perhaps I should try to generate some sort of creative ability. Signing into my blog every day and typing things like, "I'm bored, nothing's new, and I don't know what to say" does not bode well for one who desires to become a writer. I guess maybe I should stop writing in here as if it is a journal per se... and start writing in it as if it is a creative forum. That was sorta the intent to begin with, but when I read others' blogs, it's always a journal-esque type entry. I feel like if I typed random stories in here or something, I'd have to explain them to the public, because that's what blogs do typically - explain. They explain a day in the life of somebody or somebody's current goings on. I don't know, it's hard to explain.
I've seriously considered throwing bits of my work of literary genius in here. (This work of literary genius started in the middle of a ridiculously boring class sophomore year, and is now still only four chapters long... but I'm slow and picky.) The only problem with doing that is that I feel it's actually a very good start to a potentially good story... and I feel weird about it being exposed to the public all naked without serious consideration about what needs to be done with it. I don't even really know the ins and outs of the plot yet. I know the basics, but it tends to write itself most of the time. I don't know.
Another problem I have with throwing it on here is that (and I have mentioned this before) the people who will be reading it know me as a person, and will be making parallels from the story that they shouldn't be making. The characters in the story experience the things I or people I have known have experienced. But their personalities and characters on the whole are totally independent from anybody I know in life. The characters are totally new people - unrelated to, and not based on, anybody in life. However, because they reinact things that have happened in this experience we call the real world, people will, either consciously or subconsciously, make parallels. It's unavoidable. I think people who don't know me, or who don't know my friends at all could read it with a better and clearer eye than those who know me, and were perhaps present for some of the events.
Imagine what it would be like if you read about characters who experienced "chewin' on a branch" girl. (Those from Mercyhurst and even some who aren't from Mercyhurst know what I mean.) You'd instantly think of the people who actually DID experience the chewin' on a branch phenomenon. You'd picture them. But you're not supposed to, because in the next paragraph, the character that you thought of as Kate could turn around and become gay, or go to Ireland and play Truth or Dare. My worlds mix in this story, and the characters that create and embody the new combination of events should not lead a reader to picture one personality type or another. I hope I explained that well enough. Maybe I'll have the guys in the band read it because they don't know the people that experienced the events in quesiton.
FYI - chewin on a branch girl was just an example. She's not in the story as of now, but now that I mention it to myself, I think she'd perhaps make a great addition. Hey, maybe I could even make it like one of the main characters does the branch chewing instead of the onlooking in astonishment. That way I could invent branch girl's past... and explain, even if only in my own mind, what the hell she was doing.
Also, the Ireland thing and the lesbian thing are just examples for now too. We shall see how the story writes itself.
Onto new things.
Last night the band got together and made some big decisions about what we're going to do and how we're going to do it. I played bass for the first time with the singing and the crew, and it went better than I thought it would. I'd be lying if I said it was easy and I was perfect at it in five minutes, but I can tell that it'll just take practice before The Great Fall is up to par in the bass department.
I have nothing else to report, really.
Although... wait... I just got done talking about how maybe I shouldn't "report" things all the time, and instead just focus on using this space as a creative writing test car.
Anyway, whatever the reason I leave, I'm leaving.
... on a jet plane.
.... don't know when I'll be back again.
I decided not to do the picture thing today. I didn't have any pictures in the archives that said anything earth-shattering. I don't know, I need to start taking more pictures of more stuff.
I don't really have any other news to report. As someone who is very seriously looking into going to grad school for writing, perhaps I should try to generate some sort of creative ability. Signing into my blog every day and typing things like, "I'm bored, nothing's new, and I don't know what to say" does not bode well for one who desires to become a writer. I guess maybe I should stop writing in here as if it is a journal per se... and start writing in it as if it is a creative forum. That was sorta the intent to begin with, but when I read others' blogs, it's always a journal-esque type entry. I feel like if I typed random stories in here or something, I'd have to explain them to the public, because that's what blogs do typically - explain. They explain a day in the life of somebody or somebody's current goings on. I don't know, it's hard to explain.
I've seriously considered throwing bits of my work of literary genius in here. (This work of literary genius started in the middle of a ridiculously boring class sophomore year, and is now still only four chapters long... but I'm slow and picky.) The only problem with doing that is that I feel it's actually a very good start to a potentially good story... and I feel weird about it being exposed to the public all naked without serious consideration about what needs to be done with it. I don't even really know the ins and outs of the plot yet. I know the basics, but it tends to write itself most of the time. I don't know.
Another problem I have with throwing it on here is that (and I have mentioned this before) the people who will be reading it know me as a person, and will be making parallels from the story that they shouldn't be making. The characters in the story experience the things I or people I have known have experienced. But their personalities and characters on the whole are totally independent from anybody I know in life. The characters are totally new people - unrelated to, and not based on, anybody in life. However, because they reinact things that have happened in this experience we call the real world, people will, either consciously or subconsciously, make parallels. It's unavoidable. I think people who don't know me, or who don't know my friends at all could read it with a better and clearer eye than those who know me, and were perhaps present for some of the events.
Imagine what it would be like if you read about characters who experienced "chewin' on a branch" girl. (Those from Mercyhurst and even some who aren't from Mercyhurst know what I mean.) You'd instantly think of the people who actually DID experience the chewin' on a branch phenomenon. You'd picture them. But you're not supposed to, because in the next paragraph, the character that you thought of as Kate could turn around and become gay, or go to Ireland and play Truth or Dare. My worlds mix in this story, and the characters that create and embody the new combination of events should not lead a reader to picture one personality type or another. I hope I explained that well enough. Maybe I'll have the guys in the band read it because they don't know the people that experienced the events in quesiton.
FYI - chewin on a branch girl was just an example. She's not in the story as of now, but now that I mention it to myself, I think she'd perhaps make a great addition. Hey, maybe I could even make it like one of the main characters does the branch chewing instead of the onlooking in astonishment. That way I could invent branch girl's past... and explain, even if only in my own mind, what the hell she was doing.
Also, the Ireland thing and the lesbian thing are just examples for now too. We shall see how the story writes itself.
Onto new things.
Last night the band got together and made some big decisions about what we're going to do and how we're going to do it. I played bass for the first time with the singing and the crew, and it went better than I thought it would. I'd be lying if I said it was easy and I was perfect at it in five minutes, but I can tell that it'll just take practice before The Great Fall is up to par in the bass department.
I have nothing else to report, really.
Although... wait... I just got done talking about how maybe I shouldn't "report" things all the time, and instead just focus on using this space as a creative writing test car.
Anyway, whatever the reason I leave, I'm leaving.
... on a jet plane.
.... don't know when I'll be back again.
