Archive for August, 2008

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A Note on Sanity.

August 21, 2008

A writer’s mind is like a three-ring circus. Villans parade round book circles of intellectuals wielding unconventional weapons. Heroes gallop through, chasing dragons on ice skates. Professors make crucial late-night discoveries, wizards duel to the death, chilors sing. Birds take wing as young couples kiss for the first time under a brilliantly unreal sunset.

All of this happens in about three seconds.

When writing, these characters come to life, personified as letters on the loose leaf page. From the imagination, they swing free to tell their stories to others. It’s the writer’s job to communicate for them, and therefore with them. A bond of sorts is created, between writer and character, and it must be mutual. Only the original creator can known truly what their character thinks and how they would react to something. If the creator is cut off from creation, there is a void remaining.

What does this mean? To the understanding, avid enthusiast- the writer will begin to feel far more insane if their characters cannot talk to them. To the untrained eye, it will appear that this means the writer is no longer “hearing things”. They no longer can blur the line between fantasy and reality. Grounded, surely they will finall by “sane”. They will no longer run off topic as they spot a bird or giggle as they think of something, though the room remained silent. The writer that ignores characters is a “real person.”

Bull.


To the writer themselves, the silenced characters have left them hollow. Their stories will fail without communication, for if you fail to listen to your characters interpretation, you fail to tell the story properly, and you lose the writers soul. Is it therefore a great irony that in discussin the so-called sanity of a person that talks to different creations of theirs in their head, if you were to deprive them of their characters- that is when the writer truly goes insane.

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Procrastination.

August 17, 2008

That is one word that certainly describes me. I’ve been sitting on the floor my bedroom for about three hours now, supposedly packing and cleaning.

Yeah, it’s two-thirty-five am, I’m leaving at seven- and I haven’t packed a thing. If that’s not the definition of procrastination, I suppose I don’t know what is. Two graphics,  checking my email obsessively, a post, a video, and more lyrics read than I can count pretty much do it too.

But there’s more to it than that I suppose. This is due to the fact that it’s been about two months or so since I’ve updated [I've been SO busy- college tours...], but true to my word, I have returned. Even if just for a few minutes. I am off to New York in like, four hours…and I can’t WAIT. It’s a little scary, considering I’m driving. If it goes well, then I get to prove to my mom that- hello, yes, I do have the ability to drive, and not only that, but drive well, so- you can let me go to the Streetlight concert in October now. If it doesn’t go well, I’m basically screwed as far as driving-to-NY goes. So it’s nerve wracking, not to mention all the insane hysterics of excitement.

There’s a little bit of sadness/anxiety mixed into this…mix. [wow. you can totally tell i'm tired.] One of my best friends was supposed to go too, and now…it doesn’t like she will. *hugs* She will be missed, lotsandlots, and I haven’t given up hope yet.

The anxiety comes in the form of knowing who I most want to see, and wondering [quite painfully] how far it goes- and why it’s so poignant now, when two weeks ago I was so ready to never talk to them again. Bizarre, isn’t it? Now that I might see them, I’m overwhelmed with…wanting to? Not in an unhappy way, no, definitely. Just, anxious. Anxious excited, anxious nervous [ha. those words mean the same thing. but not really, just ask Lemony Snicket.]

*sigh* Procrastinating over.

Here’s the graphic. ^_^