Story Of My Life 1

I haven't posted in a day or two, and I have nothing worth your time to say ^^ So with no further due, I'll tell you a bit about my life for the moment. Don't worry; if you don't read it you won't miss anything big like my pregnancy or anything. ^_-

On writing:
I wrote a story a week ago, app, but I will try to do as King adviced and not let anyone read it before I've let it rest a few weeks and then read it again myself. It's also in swedish, because I felt I needed to go back to the roots, start over a little, to get back the feeling. It worked reasonably well. But then I had to write a short story for school, based off an assignment from King's book, and whooey, I am not a horror writer. I'm more the psychological reactons and re-reactions type, than outright smashing of ankles. It ended up okay, even if I had severe trouble with how to end it without making it silly, considering that dead children is no small thing. I think I'll rewrite the second part soon.

On The L Word:
I got hooked. It's easy to do that with TV series (even as I said I was going to not watch so much). I've seen the first two seasons now, and I have to admit, watching in one streak does get tiring. I'm pretty much only watching for two reasons now; Shane, wow Shane, btw, but anyws, and knowing that somewhere in season 3 or 4 Max shows up. I wish I looked like Shane. And had a girlfriend like Carmen. That would be the day.

On Make-Up:
It's getting more and more important to me to look the way I want to look. So with the spare money I have, it's probably off to the city one of these days to refill my underfed make-up case, and get an eyeliner that doesn't suck donkey ass. Okay, and here is where I digress: in my head I'll start only buying clothes that I really want, practice make-up till I get the look I want, start working out, take better care of my skin... and so on. How much of this that will really happen is up to God. But I've had this kind of idea before, and every time I manage to do it a little more and a little longer, so one of these days, i swear...

On Cell-Phones:
I may regret changing phone and provider as much as I want; I'm legally stuck with it for two years. So I have finally changed my number back, and the deal will be closed the 30th of Jan. Don't worry, I'll remind y'all then.

Byesies!

On Writing

We read Stephen King's On Writing - A Memoir of the Craft at school, and I have to say, only having read half, that it impresses me. (If only I could have read it in English instead; original language ftw!) Much of it is in fact a biography, but as the writer he is, that part too revolves around the written, around horror and the way writing has brought him where he is. (It truly has!) Without wasting breath trying to kiss someone's ass he gives direct examples of good and bad with quotes from different writers, says what he thinks is good writing and makes few compromises. I mean, just such a thing as saying "if you're bad you can never become a reasonable writer, if you're good you can never become amazing, but if you're a reasonable writer you can become good".

It also gave a moment's insight into my own writing; I've perhaps made it a bit too clinical and focused more on what I think is "right" instead of what my heart really wants to do. I've never been ashamed of wanting to write and wanting it to be my career and life, but the type of things I prefer to write, though... I feel it's not always I can present it with a straight face... or to be honest, I always talk my way around presenting it at all. Partly because I feel no genre fits what I do, partly because I know people will not understand if I try to explain; to story must explain itself. Asking me to describe a book is like asking me to describe a description, because that is what it is, the book is a description to convey a certain feeling, state of mind, or just story! This story I wrote, it's the best way to describe what I want to say, and then people want me to sum it up? I want to stand up and wave like a Britting prime minister and shout "Impossible!"

I remember the flow and the emotion I poured into About Love, how it practically wrote itself and how I absolutely loved every moment of writing it, the words never stopping, the thoughts never running away with wondering what people would think about or want from the story. Of course, some authors will say this is silly, that being able to write is a skill like any other, that we can't expect it to flow like this always. But what King says is; let it go. Let it flow, and if you have the skill and the mind and the heart, it will be good. Don't plan ahead too much, you'll kill the joy of writing. But to get that, you have to write, so just start.

Also, I get no inspiration whatsoever from movies. Comics, actually, is my best shot. Books, games, maybe roleplaying works too. Anime is the very last chance. Movies, TV-series... bullcrap. It seems it doesn't translate into the written word. So... I think I'm going to stop watching so much. I'll stick to the ones I just want as entertainment, pure exploding cars, gutting of aliens and handsome celebs, and skip everything else. Bloody waste of time.


And... I miss you.