This got me to get out the pen an paper and write a bit more about my weekend too. Your use of words, just reminded me so much of the power that each word really has, even if the power of the story is forgotten, a sentence as vivid as "I could have done that, but I had a platonic ideal of salsa that I wanted, and I don't feel comfortable creating things. I can't get over the feeling that making something kills all the Choices of things that weren't made. That stupid refusal to create is probably my worst flaw. But I had salsa already anyway."
Reminded me why some people create and some people as creative as they are, won't share their art, it is sometimes shyness, but other times, they aren't satisfied with what could possible be the outcome.
It is profoundly disturbing to me that you are a better writer than I am.
I use words on paper as leashes, not as nails. I follow them back to old daydreams, sometimes ten years later, and usually find that all the sweetness isn't gone. Heh. That's probably one of the reasons I'm not all that good a writer.
When I was in middle and high school, I had a small group of friends with whom I could jointly create stories without killing them--who were content with a version of roleplaying that involved doing the same things several different times and ways. The stories that live in my head are generally unsatisfactory because they are only a long series of mirrors. I have started to find friends I can joint-story with again, and it is like a drug.
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as always, thank you for writing. :) i love your long posts. you rule.
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Reminded me why some people create and some people as creative as they are, won't share their art, it is sometimes shyness, but other times, they aren't satisfied with what could possible be the outcome.
Thank you.
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I can only eat my salsa in a cave.
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I use words on paper as leashes, not as nails. I follow them back to old daydreams, sometimes ten years later, and usually find that all the sweetness isn't gone. Heh. That's probably one of the reasons I'm not all that good a writer.
When I was in middle and high school, I had a small group of friends with whom I could jointly create stories without killing them--who were content with a version of roleplaying that involved doing the same things several different times and ways. The stories that live in my head are generally unsatisfactory because they are only a long series of mirrors. I have started to find friends I can joint-story with again, and it is like a drug.
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