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this will be my second entry to dreamwidth.
i like that there is a significance to the order in which things are done or seen. first impressions, for example. is there such a thing as second or third impressions? these would better curry the personality, the character being explored. long term exposure, as though pickling, is always better for character building, more so than an initial exploration.
chapter one is limited in this sense, or i suppose it is at least. there is only so much one can design in a first impression, but the choice within the second and third is so much more interesting in my opinion. there are paths which diverge, lines which are spoken and unspoken. i find myself stressing over how my characters think beyond their first appearance. this is where they become alive, i think; they are no longer an encounter, but an agent.
many writers tend to create evocative encounters, speculative fiction writers especially. we have strong ideas, yes, and they work to creative meaningful moments. but what are these meaningful moments. stories are like ocean waves. they cannot be formed from just meaningful moments, such as waves cannot be formed from momentary surges. they need a consistent tide, something that drives them, that works them into frenzy to crash into the shore.
this is all common knowledge i suppose. i am only a novice writer. i attempt to compare myself to the greatest to exist. let me tell you, there is little point. we do our best. that is all we can give.
i think that for many of us, there is a desire to create for the sake of it, and for nothing else. i did not realise it myself at first, but my itch to write came from a dissatisfaction with passive living, by which i mean existing without output, only input, only consuming. i hated being just a consumer. i felt like a cow chewing cud in a wet field.
alongside that, there is a sense of control. i have no mastery of what exists beyond my permission. everything that i write i have control over, i can marshal. such is creation. my relationship to my work as a creator is one i am comfortable with, unlike those i hold in the real world. escapism, if you wish.
i am trying my hand at science fiction. i cannot yet cut the senses like gibson nor conjure some profound existential image like dick (the author), but i am trying. that is as much as i can give. i am the fruit fly that takes off as you reach for an apple.
i like that there is a significance to the order in which things are done or seen. first impressions, for example. is there such a thing as second or third impressions? these would better curry the personality, the character being explored. long term exposure, as though pickling, is always better for character building, more so than an initial exploration.
chapter one is limited in this sense, or i suppose it is at least. there is only so much one can design in a first impression, but the choice within the second and third is so much more interesting in my opinion. there are paths which diverge, lines which are spoken and unspoken. i find myself stressing over how my characters think beyond their first appearance. this is where they become alive, i think; they are no longer an encounter, but an agent.
many writers tend to create evocative encounters, speculative fiction writers especially. we have strong ideas, yes, and they work to creative meaningful moments. but what are these meaningful moments. stories are like ocean waves. they cannot be formed from just meaningful moments, such as waves cannot be formed from momentary surges. they need a consistent tide, something that drives them, that works them into frenzy to crash into the shore.
this is all common knowledge i suppose. i am only a novice writer. i attempt to compare myself to the greatest to exist. let me tell you, there is little point. we do our best. that is all we can give.
i think that for many of us, there is a desire to create for the sake of it, and for nothing else. i did not realise it myself at first, but my itch to write came from a dissatisfaction with passive living, by which i mean existing without output, only input, only consuming. i hated being just a consumer. i felt like a cow chewing cud in a wet field.
alongside that, there is a sense of control. i have no mastery of what exists beyond my permission. everything that i write i have control over, i can marshal. such is creation. my relationship to my work as a creator is one i am comfortable with, unlike those i hold in the real world. escapism, if you wish.
i am trying my hand at science fiction. i cannot yet cut the senses like gibson nor conjure some profound existential image like dick (the author), but i am trying. that is as much as i can give. i am the fruit fly that takes off as you reach for an apple.
