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So how do you begin the story of a life that's already gone over sixteen years? Well, in books and plays, there's usually some sort of introduction of a major event which makes the character(s)'s live(s) important. On TV, they just start straight off with drama. Well, considering that this muse has no real starting point or any rememberance of a key event, I guess he has to start right now.
Another question left unanswered was how should I portray this tale? Do I want the typical American style of a first person narative? Do I want to portray it as the narrator in third person. Do I want to form to different people as I write?
I guess a good writer wouldn't have to ask these things.
Especially rhetorically.
If I had to choose a key event, I would say the night I helped kidnap my little sister, who isn't really my little, she is more of my friends actual little sister and I became a part of that family so she became like my little sister as well. Then again, I think that is too dramatic to other people. Truth have it, I really didn't care about rescuing her or whatever. I just wanted something to do. I wanted to put meaning into something. Yes, I do care about her, and yes, I didn't want her to stay there, but kidnapping and lying is too rash, even when it feels right.
I think I know a place where I could start. That's a dumb statement. Look at this, I've written a supposed introduction and this as well. Okay, I know where to continue. Carmen was a very important friend to me during middle school. We only became good friends after she and her boyfriend broke up and we were friends for the larger half of ninth grade. Then she got caught up with guys again and I was gone from her life. Then she got out of guys and spent time with me again. Then she got back with her boyfriend from eigth grade and cast me out. Then he left for a long time in the summer so she spent time with me again. Then he came back. Then they broke up. Then I was back.
I'm always there, even when I'm not.
We were still able to talk as if the whole time we were still talking.
I hate that.
People are fake.
They say they won't do it again.
Then they do.
Why?
I miss...
nothing...
and I don't understand why...
My only thought is that I am so used to the same thing over and over.
Something enters
then goes away
and I never notice
because
I
am
used
to
it.
It has to feel right, even when it doesn't.
Block it out.
Move on.
New channel.
Another question left unanswered was how should I portray this tale? Do I want the typical American style of a first person narative? Do I want to portray it as the narrator in third person. Do I want to form to different people as I write?
I guess a good writer wouldn't have to ask these things.
Especially rhetorically.
If I had to choose a key event, I would say the night I helped kidnap my little sister, who isn't really my little, she is more of my friends actual little sister and I became a part of that family so she became like my little sister as well. Then again, I think that is too dramatic to other people. Truth have it, I really didn't care about rescuing her or whatever. I just wanted something to do. I wanted to put meaning into something. Yes, I do care about her, and yes, I didn't want her to stay there, but kidnapping and lying is too rash, even when it feels right.
I think I know a place where I could start. That's a dumb statement. Look at this, I've written a supposed introduction and this as well. Okay, I know where to continue. Carmen was a very important friend to me during middle school. We only became good friends after she and her boyfriend broke up and we were friends for the larger half of ninth grade. Then she got caught up with guys again and I was gone from her life. Then she got out of guys and spent time with me again. Then she got back with her boyfriend from eigth grade and cast me out. Then he left for a long time in the summer so she spent time with me again. Then he came back. Then they broke up. Then I was back.
I'm always there, even when I'm not.
We were still able to talk as if the whole time we were still talking.
I hate that.
People are fake.
They say they won't do it again.
Then they do.
Why?
I miss...
nothing...
and I don't understand why...
My only thought is that I am so used to the same thing over and over.
Something enters
then goes away
and I never notice
because
I
am
used
to
it.
It has to feel right, even when it doesn't.
Block it out.
Move on.
New channel.