I think there has been a universal misconception between "good" and "evil" and the ultimate incarnations of this, which is God and the Devil. In our time humanity has been exposed to both individual and grand scale forms of human wickedness as well as human benevolence. Whenever these things happen they are labeled as extraordinary and we are led to attribute such things to a God or Devil. But I believe the important thing is to swat these illusions and pay attention to what you feel. You already know good and evil are a part of you. Not necessarily in those extremes, but rather the impulse or the intention toward a good or an evil action. I believe that there are certain energies you feel because...you feel them. You feel a certain way when you are in love, when you are happy, when you are excited, when you are charmed. You feel another way when you are angry, when you are sad, when you are threatened, abused, made fun of. You feel that sort of feeling coming of the person who is the source of these actions and you feel your own feeling in response to these actions. These are energies that can be felt, that can influence you, and that you can project to influence others. With so many people present in the world, all these energies form currents and streams. They can pool up in certain places or race away in rapids like others. Remember the holocaust? Do you think it's natural for any people to systematically kill people day in and day out outside of actual combat? Even in combat? Behind all these things there is always an overriding force pushing people forward through these hells. In my opinion, and to cut to the point, there is no God but us and no devil but us. What we assume is God is merely the universal impulse or intention to do good and what we assume as the devil may be merely the universal impulse or intention to do evil. Neither of these states are permanent, but they can be intense and lasting in certain individuals or when someone with a particular gift and observation is able to observe and manipulate these currents of thought and emotion. I must emphasize, there is no hocus pocus, no magic, no mysticism involved in this. It is as simple as convincing your little brother to stick your little sister with a pin or convincing your little brother to give your little sister a hug. Or maybe one nation to another. One can conclude that the thoughts and emotions of man aren't real just as they can claim his imagination isn't real. We can also claim the number zero isn't real. But without zero, mathematics falls apart. Zero has a definite impact on the physical world, and so do our thoughts, emotions, and imaginations. If all things are possible by God, all things are possible by Us and our imagination is the key. But don't be deceived by symbols and graven images, including God and the devil himself. Resist the impulse to resort to the imagination and stick to the elemental and no one can mislead you or your thoughts or your emotions. Because I think it has been by manipulating these that all acts of good and evil are carried out.
I was taking to someone who was not from this country (United States) and was visiting here from another place. This was a real treat, but bittersweet. They told me how, from the outside looking in, American's are being continuously misled about world news. How their own News stations, media, and the like seem to purposefully undermine, alter, or ignore important facts and events in the world and in their own nation. Things that are seen plainly by everyone outside of the nation. They also notice the suppression of American freedoms and art much more clearly than Americans seem to. and not merely through direct elimination but through the inflation of "garbage" forms of art and imagination. Psuedo-art that is merely a bland repetition of old art and an appeal to the basest of our human instincts- crash, flash, sex, boom, and bucks. It's prevalent everywhere. Notice the difference between the original European version of "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" and the Americanized Version. Notice the difference between the European version of "Let the Right One's In" and the Americanized "Let Me In". The real art and sublimity of both were substituted with an inflated sense of punk, attitude, flash, bomb, and bang. It has inspired me to begin reading and listening to media outside of the nation, and viewing art forms and histories and stories of all genre's from all across the world. I also try to piece together information about what is happening in my own country from sources outside of it. Isn't that wild? I have to sift and wade through sources of information thousands of miles from my homeland in order that I avoid the misconceptions local to it.
I was kinda wondering about the whole American stance on nuclear weapons thing. You know...how we have this thing where we tell a nation that does not do what we want them doing whether or not they can have nuclear weapons or not. First question is...why is it a crime for a country to have a nuclear weapon? It's common sense for a nation to have self-defense. Certainly no one else is going to do it for them. he UN is merely a reflection of the leading world powers who all couldn't care if these nations in question were free or slaves if it profited them in some way. Second...is it nuclear weapons we don't like them having or nuclear POWER? I don't hear the denial of nuclear weapons as much as I do the denial of enriching uranium period. This means that we don't want them to have nuclear power at all. Why? Not really for defense purposes. Believe me...if you were allowed to count the amount of nuclear weapons the United States has you would totally realize the epic foolishness of every targeting us with one. Especially for a nation just getting ready to make such weapons. This would be like me getting my first gun and running out to take shoots at a Marine Base. I think the US doesn't want them to have nuclear power because that would be a major step to such a nation becoming independent. Independent people cannot be controlled and they certainly don't want to have their own power and influence in the region challenged by a strong, independent state. Third...Does anyone ever consider the US's backing of Israel to be a bit too disproportionate. This nation is TINY and insignificant as far as resources. The only thing it could serve as is what it served as in the time of the Crusades...a foothold in the region and a symbolic foothold; control of the Holy Land. For some reason- and not really on any Zionist conspiracy thing- the whole thing gives me the chills when combined with current events. For some reason, I think the only Nuclear Weapons allowed in the Middle East will be those marked US and aimed, always, at the middle east.
Ignorant: misinformed, uninformed Where do you get your information? Is it information or were you told what to believe? Is it possible to be highly informed on misinformation and disinformation; highly knowledgeable of erroneous data? Therefore, how can you tell the wise from the ignorant? How do you know you, yourself, are not ignorant calling another a fool? Time does not tell. Not always...
Some time ago someone invented a golden stick on a rope and called it Lotto. They then held it up over the population and watched them reach for it. The idea is simple. People will pay for just the chance to become rich. The greater the riches, the greater the temptation, the more they pay. Of course, this effect is not as strongly felt among the more well-to-do parts of society than it is in the poor society. To the poor, the lotto is a shining beacon of hope. A dream within arms reach...or just another dollar. Just another ticket. What a wicked little game. Sometimes I wonder how much money a person spends attempting to become rich and never achieving it. How seductive, though, and a bit informative. There are basic human needs and basic human wants and if you know them, own them, you can control the people who want them. I think one our most basic wants is comfort. We are always striving for as much future comfort and security as possible. Being rich satisfies many of our needs and wants so I suppose the mere chance of achieving what others would have to work considerably longer for instantly would definitely be a hard thing to pass up. But what a wicked little game...
ATTACK OF THE PINK SLIIIIIME!!! 4 Things To Note 1. All those companies that recalled the pink slime from their products...they ONLY did so because they were found out. Think about that. It's not like they didn't know what kind of meat they were buying; dirt cheap dog-food spin-off. They definitely knew they were screwing you over when they did it and they did not care. Between you and saving a buck, Buck won the bid. 2. How long were they doing this? Yes, the discovery of pink slime as a mainstream alert was fairly recent, but how long were they doing this to your food. How long were you eating bio-crap and- the scariest thing- you probably never knew the difference? 3. BELIEVE ME, this is not the last you've seen of "pink slime". Say that "pink slime" is the equivalent of Grade R beef (with A being the best). These companies simply drop the R beef and look for the Grade Q, something slightly healthier but just as abominable. Either that or they simply wait out to all the outrage is forgotten (and people ALWAYS forget), and then they will buy the meat from another company under another name and you will probably not know because "crap" is never listed among the ingredients included. 4. Pink Slime is certainly not the first, certainly not the last, and by no means a new concept in terms of food alteration and undermining. All types of foods from hot dogs to corn, from chicken to fish face this kind of corruption. It's been happening since the Vietnam War and though Monsato is a flagship name for that kind of corruption, they are definitely not the only ones doing it. This is not a conspiracy, technically, as much as it is a grand effort to save a buck by any means necessary. In this "Age of Information", you'll probably never know the things in your food or the real process of it's processing because the obvious misinformation and disinformation methods they use to slide around nutritional labeling laws and various other laws make only the most determined investigator successful.
What is the root of all evil. Religion? War? Money? "Bad social systems" like dictatorship, facism, whatever? Actually, none of these things are inherently evil in themselves. They can be used for extraordinary evil just as much as they can be used for extraordinary good. When you are looking for the root of all evil, you are looking for the root cause of all evil. And that would be people. Not all people are evil, some say. I agree...at a given time. But all people are easily capable of being good or evil. For instance, there is a common malcontent with the divide of resources and revenue between the rich and the poor. The rich are seen as greedy, callous, sneaky manipulators who would stoop to any level to further their own profits. But what isn't said is that many of these very same people would do the very same things and more if by doing them they knew they could achieve wealth and power. If someone came up to a poor person in secret without any of his friends or family knowing and asks them to do something wicked to one or more of those family or friends and he will have a billion dollars, what would he do? Now this man probably was not "evil" minded before and probably cared greatly for his family and friends. But with the promis of ease, leisure, and escape from wage-slavery and bill-worries, money-worries, health-worries, etc...how will this eat at his resolve in the end? The easiest way I can show this is the vampire. We KNOW vampires are evil. They kill other humans an suck their blood. They do this every night and no telling how many times per night. But we are fascinated with them. We slide over the faults of the vampire because we are seduced by the benefits. Charisma, sexuality, power, strength, immortality...Even if it meant becoming a monster and having to kill other people in order to sustain yourself, how many people would actually do this? Many would say no immediately but, unfortunately, that's not how it works. You can say all that you want, but the true test comes when it is held out right before you and you have a choice, at that moment, whether to accept or reject all these great things. I guess I could also use the same of demon-conjuring or the Faustian legends. You KNOW these entities are evil and that the things they promise you have wicked consequences for you or the people around you but you are so seduced by the promise of immediate satisfaction to whatever you have been desiring that you submit yourself to it anyway. The problem with evil is that it is inextinguishable. Even if you removed every evil person from power today, those from the "non-evil" part would become the new evil ones tomorrow. Even if you removed religion, war, and money, something else would become the expression of evil in the world.
You don't need to think fantasy to see a hidden world beneath the "real" one. Beneath all things real there is the aesthetic. Beneath that, the hypothesized, and beneath that the purely imagined or speculated based on what exists. Because no imagination creates a thing out of the blue. All is based on a fragmented, chimeric reorganizing of known information- unconsciously or subconsciously- by our brains. If you combine all the aesthetic, the emotional, the symbolic, the hypothetical, and the theorized forms of our world and other worlds that will result from these things you get a completely new world. A universe that can expand and contract as the limits of each individual imagination dictates. A world of infinite infinities. Vectors created from vectors. The result is a world whose roots is in the real world but whose boundaries extend past the borders of the possible into a wilderness of the unknown, the unseen, the impossible by any possible means. A world of dreams. Imagine, one day, if a computer system or machine where invented that could wirelessly connect our consciousness's into a single cloud-system where we could access the caverns of our conscious and unconscious minds much the same way we access information from the millions of ports available today. In this virtual reality world, the world of dreams becomes tangible. Navigable. Interactable. And... re-writable. Imagine being able to construct or break down the components of a persons thoughts, emotions, and dreams. Not that this is physically possible, but so connected are we to our inner most thoughts that, like the old dream law states, what happens while sleeping is reflected by the mind in waking. I would think that at this point life becomes something seriously weird for I believe the majority of us would rather live in the fantasy world than the real world. We would be something like the matrix- permanently hooked in with machines designed to take care of us in this state from birth to death. We would interact with the real world through our dreams. I'm not saying that machines necessarily control us...but I'm saying that we lose the will to live reality. We really don't live reality anyway. Not completely. Notice an internet and gaming trend? You might not because you are so close to it and only see the game for the game. But to the person inventing it, studying it's affect on you and how to hook you on the next one, they see it. It's involvement, individualization, growth and'or progression, and achievement. More and more you are able to create an avatar on the internet. Think of all the perks you give yourself step-by-step. You start off by giving yourself a new name. Something that reflects who you feel you are or who you feel you should be seen as. You are given a chance to create your image. To change you height, hair color, eye color, sex, or race. You are basically being given the ability to reconstruct yourself in the image you wish for yourself. This is like being able to go back to your birth and reset the genes according to how you think you should have came out. Now...you are involved. You have an attachment to this character. This person- guy or girl- is you. A representation of you and you are introduced to a globe community with a new start from the beginning. You undergo missions and the like that involve you and you emotions- more or less- in story lines. You are given increasing power and strength so that you feel you are actually growing stronger in turn. The technicality, process, and customization of these level-ups and such give you the idea that you are crafting yourself further. Perfecting yourself. I think one of the most addictive things is the reward and the level or status ranking system. It gives you the illusion of achievement over others. You conquer, outsmart, our out skill someone. You have done something few others may have been able to do- even if just a video game- and you latch onto it. The whole process makes you want to live vicariously through this character. You spend as much time in that world as you do the real world. Some people want the edge so much they pay money for an advantage. Of course, when this game gets old you discard it but you can't wait for the next best thing to come out. Is it more real? Is it long? How much stuff is there to do? Facebook is a game as well. You don't see it like that, but it's the same social game that is played out through elementary school, high school, college, and, yes, post college probably to your death. It's the social game. The social ladder. Climb up and enjoy fame, friends, and all that. No one wants to be at the bottom. Weak, alone, unappreciated. So you spend time constructing your online image. Like your individual photographs you shoot for just the right mix of things that makes you seem, at the very least, sociably attractive, interesting, or whatever. And you must be involved daily. You have to show change. Done something new, experienced something cool, somehow updated your life. Peer pressure right in your living room. Can't fall behind the image you made, right? The ingenious thing I credit them for is the friends thing and the like button. People like to be accepted and appreciated and facebook was able to put a meter on that social achievement. Look how many people like me or accept me. When they don't, this is another disappointment. And just like a game, if things are going bad you scrap it and start another one. This virtual world gives you the chance to start all over again and again. Something you cannot really do in life. I think at some point we will see that a majority of the people with access to internet and access to the virtual worlds people sink into will spend at least half of their day constructing, deconstructing, or modeling themselves online or browsing the worlds and persona's of other people. In a way this is great, but in a way it is perverted. I really don't offer any moral conviction towards it all except saying that if life was a road, it would be hair-raising to see a bunch of sleeping drivers. Or even more scary, people being driven by their cars.
I think one of my strongest suits in writing is that I am able to empathize with people and I am a good observer of people...self-titled, I suppose. I, of course, have found that some people cn be glanced right from the surface while others need a little probing. Judging people by their emotions can be confusing but you can never go wrong with estimating their actions. Whatever they say, think, feel, or whatever someone else may say about them, their actions over a period of time provide the clearest answers. The most definite. When I make my characters I have a lot of tricks. One, I make slight alterations to the people I know. Is that cheating, to plagiarize life? I place them in different situations quite apart from what they do or where they are and that, sometimes, is fun because I like to imagine how some people would react to certain things and situations. In my story, just like in life, I try to employ the principle that people are layers and depending on the pressure or the situation, one layer is removed and another is shown which is varyingly different from the former. But as for characterization, one of the things I loved is the three-fold horoscope. I love how the horoscope attempts to categorize humanity into twelve types. Almost as if seeing this as way to shallow they create the "moon sign". Now combine the dominant traits of the sun sign with the subtle traits of the moon sign, mix, and you have 144 different types of personalities. Now add the third part, which is the "Rising" sign. Not sure how this factors in, but at this point you know have a total of 1,728 personalities. But what's even more impressive is that each of these individual personalities undergoes external shading by the set of experiences they go through in the story- meaning that even though two people may have the same exact combination of sun-moon-rising sign, their different experiences in life will still make them two different people. As far as the main story goes, I always have a pretty good idea of what I want my characters to be. But sometimes I feel I am a bit narrow in my casting and attempt to stick random people in there to shake things up. To force me to think and to add spontaniety to the story. I also use them for just general characters. There's never a real need to dive to deep into general characters personality or back story, but having a litle back-drop for your C-characters doesn't hurt too much. I like history, both of the world and of people. I like knowing how both came to be at their present point and on some level, I feel my readers either feel that way or would appreciate my view on the matter. My most important principle in making people is too imitate real life as much as possible. I try to play with people like I would colors. Realizing that certain colors repulse and attract and that in certain situations, some repulsing colors may be forced into a close union. And that whatever the union, some slide alongside one another while some fuse into a completely different color. There are primary colors and secondary colors. Some colors have a stronger effect over others and some have a weaker effect. Some are bright and some are dark. And, if you imagined them like colored streaks atop water, the whole of humanity moves like shifting tides of colors of emotions, thoughts, and ideas, forming a massive spiritual, emotional, mental current. A stream of conscious and unconscious motives, thoughts, feelings, and intentions that guide their physical world as surely as a steering wheel. I suppose I gave a big clue to one of the things in my writing there... Bioligcal...moving...breathing. I try to make a story that feels real on a spiritual and emotional level. I want to make a story that fascinates and enthralls a person. Brings them in and immerses them into a second-life- glimpsing a world as one would glimpse earth shaded by the fantastic. And I believe that apart from all the tricks and gimmicks, the flora and fauna, the action and the mystery, it is the people, like real history, that make the story come alive. The personal stories of how they would deal with a situation. How YOU would deal with a situation, and how these situations- though spectacular- mirror your own.
So...because the weather was getting better and I was feeling a little bit sluggish I decided to go outside and workout a bit. Mind you, just the day before that I felt like I was in pretty good shape. Felt like I could run as fast as I wanted to when I wanted to or do whatever level exertion I felt like. But...I barely made it twice around a quarter-mile track. My lungs were flares and my muscles were drained. My push-ups were cut by half and my sit-ups were more like death twitches. I tried another lap around and made it but I intended two. Had to sit down and bargain with my body not to shutdown before I walked the rest of the way home wondering WTF happened to me. To put it into perspective, my daily workout used to be this 100 4-count jumping jacks 100 push ups 100 squats 100 sit ups 100 mountain climbers 100 scissor kicks 100 toe raises then I would run outside of my dorm to the track and run at least ten laps around a quarter-mile track then run back to my dorm. I was so in shape I felt indomitable and I thought I would be like that forever...without much effort. Running was always easiest. My father used to run up and down the boardwalk at Coney Island, NY and so I credit genes for that. But I was always a natural for athletics. Figured it would carry me the rest of my life. Yesterday, though, was brutal. Felt like someone poured sand in my rusting engine. Just a note to any youth with similar misconceptions about their health; It doesn't last forever unless you work on it. Worse, you won't even feel yourself slipping downwards until you need to exert yourself again. You don't have to set an Olympic schedule but I would seriously advocate working out at least three or four times a week for at least an hour. Even though it felt like being whipped with pain and fatigue I instantly felt better after that torture. Air seemed thinner, my movements even more lighter, and if I felt awake before, I felt like I could light a room afterwards. I think I just need to stretch myself out but the point is when the door starts to creak, oil the bastard and flex the hinges or it's going to fold on you when you least expect it.
I find the occult and mysticism really engaging subjects. It's like a subtle game you play with your mind, your emotions, and your senses, delicately weaving reality with illusion, infusing mystery into clarity. It takes the world and makes a tantalizing puzzle that only gets deeper and deeper the more you try to solve it. Why? Because soon, you begin to add to the creation of the world you've been drawn into. Completely taken, you switch one reality for the next. Isn't this the exact same thing we try to accomplish as authors? A sort of engaging hypnotism that the reader finds himself less and less wanting to escape from, providing an alternate world, an alternate existence that he can explore, assimilate, and ultimately progress in? I also like the very artistic part about it. The way shapes, characters, pictures, events and all take on a meaning whose mystery is derived from not knowing the architects purpose in making the symbol. How the definition of things defined spiritually merge together to form a complex, entrancing mosaic of the fusion of the architects mind, soul, and earthly experiences. Of his emotions, his thoughts, and his ambitions. In the sense of most general occult symbols and the like, they come from many different sources but ultimately build to a general view of things. In essence, the occultic mystery is like a prism that can be brought together in two or more ways. The apparent way that it is in is the wrong way, but it seems right and perfect. But the object is fractured and piecing it anew, you see, slowly, another path, another way of believing unfold. Soon, you have a new world equally or more beautiful than the next. And you can only wonder if that, too, is the right one.
I think I'm going to try and spend much more time reading blogs and writing those on my thoughts. Perhaps we can get a sort of Round Table going where we can discuss these things. I always have a political bend or some philosophic mumbo. If that interests you and you care to wade through one persons funneled thinking, enjoy. There was once a thing called knowledge, learning, and discovery. These things are gone... Today, people are taught that information is all around them. That one can know all there is to know and the exact implication of this is that you already know what you need to know. The rest you can find out whenever you want to. Of course, you don't ever want to find out so you never know. But you continue believing that you do know...and whenever you want to know more, it is as easy as a click. Unfortunately, there is a great difference between the information provided to you and the information present. All the information on the internet is information provided to you. It is a ring of knowledge that makes you move in circles and spirals. You build up a cache of information provided to you. Do you see what is happening? Your knowledge of anything beyond your immediate experience- basically everything- becomes dictated to you by what you read and see. How often have you moved more than twenty miles from your house? And yet more than half of Americans consider themselves knowledgeable of the world, world politics, and the conditions of nations far from where they live. Most people hardly know what goes on in another city in their state, less mind another state. Welcome to the maze. How have you gotten here and how will you find your way out? You don't even know you are in one do you. The maze is so great that all places inside look different such that traveling through it actually gives you the feel of traveling in freedom unaware you are being led in circles. If information were a system it is largely hermetic, which is to say closed. This is the power of the ring. A closed loop which symbolizes completion, perfection, and containment or the unseen bindings. The ring is a restriction but the power of the shape is that that which it restricts actually feels as though it is in possession of the ring. The slave believes he is the master. Have I creeped you out yet? I've been studying things based on the feel they have. The energy they give off. I also began to disassociate myself with what I knew and began to re-look things with what some call "the beginners mind" which is to see without knowing. One of the first things that I come across is that a huge amount of the information I think I know and that other people believe they know is not gained or verified in any way through personal experience. You don't buy your food from the internet because you simply cannot trust it. You need to verify it with your own hands. Make sure it is what you want, that it is fresh, and that their is no corruption or deception involved. Why should taking in your information be any different. Most people say seeing is believing so they believe what is on TV. But you are not seeing anything but the television. You are looking at a box flashing you still or moving pictures and we all know, as we are artists, how one picture can generate ten different thoughts, different reactions, and different ways of thinking. When piled in a certain way, those thoughts can be channeled. I realize I stress this realization of not really knowing anything thing but it is because I believe that it is the very beginning to actually understanding the very disturbing things going on around you. For instance... What is authority? What gives one man the ability to command others? To say you will pay a tax on your labor. To say these are the freedoms you will have and will not have. Think...the Constitution is merely another form of authority telling you what you can and cannot do. You see it differently merely because it is the most lenient form of force you know of. When you are asked which is the best government, you are really being asked which is the best form of oppression because all governments remove to a varying degree the freedoms of a people, all control the people, and all, eventually, seek to increase that basic control. There is never a government that is ruled by the people. If you think about it you will see that is so. The law is also a potent form of magic. It is invisible, not there, imaginary, and yet it has a definite effect on society. Laws bind. The restrict. They channel. Laws are like the metal piping through which people move through...in theory. In truth, we are absolutely free to do whatever the hell we want. There is no law beyond what a person can do and what they can't do. What makes the law real is that, as Peter Pan would say, they got you to believe in it. And when you begin to believe in it, the imaginary becomes more and more real. Illusion vs Information...rather Illusion vs Reality or real information versus fake information. How do you know which one you are following. Like the matrix, both seem incredibly real. But in hindsight, after the illusion is broken, you realize just how mind-bogglingly obvious the illusion actually was. And like a con your belief centered mostly on some need, impulse, or want to believe in it.
Call Me Crazy...But as I am prone to do, I was looking over some things about the 9/11 incident. Remember the fourth plane that went down? All the other planes hit there target. The fourth was found over Pennsylvania. Reports say that the passengers overcame the terrorists and...crashed the plane? Why would they do that if they overcame the terrorists. IF they could. If the gained control of the cabin they would have been easily able to lock themselves out of it. There was no way for the people to know what the plane's intended purpose was and even so, I doubt people would have been the heroes it plays out to be. No military air presence was present except for the fourth craft. Witnesses in the area say that they saw military craft intercept the plane and a fireball in the air. Conclusion? I think the fourth suicide pilot, like all the pilots, was a planted agent and that he flaked at the last moment. The military was set to ignore all instances except for purposes of damage control, should anyone flake. Because, ABSOLUTELY, there must be NO SURVIVORS. And...where was it headed out in Pennsylvania in the middle of practically no where significant? The plane was veering from it's intended mission and was shot down. That's all. Conspirasist...out.
I was lonely before I was lost before the dusk before that day when strangers took my family away walking through my home rushing from room to room they left me alive only to spite me. I'm still lonely, but I am angry the thought of my parents pains me The intruder's touch stains me and I could never break free So I kill to kill what's inside of me something far down where none can see. It was thus how they saw me when they opened the door rocking back and forth a ghost in the dark with a shift to cloth me pale and hungry a slip of a girl upon a pile of bones. They stoned me I cried and called as I crawled howling for death and shelter from pain. And among them, a lover in the arms of her brother whom i knew and remembered among those who killed mother those who left me smothered hurt and abused from him, I was accused Brought low and broken i tried to cry out before darkness fell and in hell, i rock in hatred and pain from the stains of a childhood lost.
I wonder as a writer is it necessary to be secretive. To be communicative, surely, but about your personal inspirations, motivations, ideas, and the ambitions of your particular story, you remain private and withdrawn. Though it seems a bit dark, is it impossible to believe you may one day find your ideas, once discussed, written in another's ink in another's book somewhere? I stopped talking about "the big story I'm working on" because while I always wish I could openly talk about it and share it with people, I'm always afraid that ideas that I want to be knew and devices I use to make it original or distinct from other books will be copied and used- perhaps even to better effect- than myself. So instead of obscurely referencing it all the time without giving any particulars, why talk about it at all. In my own experience, the first thing I really thought was important was be courteous but private and keep your best cards to yourself. Unless you don't mind sharing... The second is be open-minded, be flexible, be willing to start over, and be willing to change when you need to. I think that above all, I have found that since your writing is a part of you, an expression of you, that like you it is a living thing also. It grows and evolves with your way of thinking and what it started out as may be completely different to what it becomes. It's almost like watching a seed that blooms in your mind grow up alongside side you, within you as you grow up. And as it's author, sometimes I am divided between one reality and the next because I really like the content of it and I become really involved in it. As you may consider your story to be a living thing, treat it as such. Do not force it but observe it. Identify it's nature as something that may be in ways apart from your own thoughts of what it should be. Sometimes a story writes itself. Explore it as it unfolds. Immerse yourself in what becomes really alien and you end up with something truly mystifying in the sense of creationism. I believe that structure, grammar, and all that are secondary. What is important is content. It is the story people want to read, not the structure. People are interested in what your story has to show, has to say, where it takes them, how it relates to them, how it makes them feel, and how it makes them think. After you have created your story there are more than enough editors present to help you work out the bugs. As I believe writing is largely a personal motivation, whatever you are writing about, I think that anyone who truly likes to write already has the important parts needed to be a writer- motivation, thoughts, and/or vision. But to be communicable, it does have to be correct. And so the last step would definitely be editing and proofreading. Making sure your ideas are conveyed as easily and as true to yourself as possible. Perhaps people will take their own meaning out of your writing whatever your point of view, but in the end, I suppose it is a good thing to finish it, put it out, and have someone out there pick it up and remember it.