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we are all stories, aren't we?
each of us have our own endings, our own problems, our own supporting characters. but most importantly, we are all protagonists of our own story. we write our own chapters, the entire story composed of our own unique human experiences. our tears. our smiles. the people who make us who we are, who shape us into the individuals we are today.
but we are more than a simplistic definition of a 'story' - we are not pretty words at a masquerade, hiding ugly truths. no, we are so much more than that. so, so much more. we cannot merely reduce ourselves to dismissive words on paper - stories, cheesy and disgusting as it sounds, come from the heart. they consist of the writer's dreams, idyllic and unrealistic; writers' what-ifs and should-haves and regrets; they are the happy endings we all wish to unravel for ourselves. because in fiction, that universe that runs parallel to ours, anything can happen. (you can fall in love and not get hurt.) like i said, anything can happen.
stories are a reflection of how we feel. if your heart and head are in turmoil, it shows. it reflects in your writing, dark ink written in a spidery hand bleeding black and bold across bone-white paper. if you are okay (better than just okay, happy) it shows. it reflects in your writing, idealistic and cheery and bright. stories are outlets for emotion, all the rage and angst and tears but also the smiles and love and peace.
the best part about stories, to me, are the memories. each and every writer ultimately ends up devoting a part of his soul - no matter how little or how large - to his characters, to the world he has built, to the emotion his writing elicits. and in our characters, setting, emotion - we all ultimately invest parts and pieces of ourselves. if you look hard enough, you will find that writers tend to project parts of themselves, no matter how minuscule, into their characters. because we all wish for a world which we can control, where we can dictate the ending instead of surrendering ourselves to life's mercy and being tossed around on tempestuous seas. but even beyond that, we store precious memories, emotions, feelings in our characters. for if we can immortalise them in words and other physical form, we ensure that we will never truly forget.
what started out as a hobby - callouses on fingers from gripping pens and pencils the wrong way, tens of exercise books and notebooks filled with nonsensical words and stories, wips piling up in google drive because this is the ~*~technological age~*~, thousands of black smudges caused by a flick of a careless wrist across ink that has not yet dried - has now turned into something i'd like to work with forever, days and nights filled with the tapping of the keyboard and the glide of black pen against rough paper. but lbr, it took a long time to get to where i am now and i don't want to give it all up for some conventional tried and tested path i don't feel a thing for.
you think writing's easy? you're wrong. ernest hemingway described it aptly - 'there is nothing to writing. all you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.' and yet you have to gouge out pieces of yourself, your heart, before the blood starts flowing. writing is really... introspective, i'd say. you want to reach out, to make people feel at least a fraction of what you do, to tug on their heartstrings and create a world that they can't let go of. to leave an indelible mark on someone's consciousness, somewhere somehow. does that sound strange? writing is not easy. it's countless rereading and rewriting and never being satisfied with the final product because you can still see flaws in it. it's constant improvement and the desire to better yourself day after day after day. it's a shot at growth and maturity, lbr.
this was a lot of bs and rambling on my part; i apologise. bottom line - i'd like to be a lit major, but honestly i know you can't do shit with it so lol idk im a little ://// lol
each of us have our own endings, our own problems, our own supporting characters. but most importantly, we are all protagonists of our own story. we write our own chapters, the entire story composed of our own unique human experiences. our tears. our smiles. the people who make us who we are, who shape us into the individuals we are today.
but we are more than a simplistic definition of a 'story' - we are not pretty words at a masquerade, hiding ugly truths. no, we are so much more than that. so, so much more. we cannot merely reduce ourselves to dismissive words on paper - stories, cheesy and disgusting as it sounds, come from the heart. they consist of the writer's dreams, idyllic and unrealistic; writers' what-ifs and should-haves and regrets; they are the happy endings we all wish to unravel for ourselves. because in fiction, that universe that runs parallel to ours, anything can happen. (you can fall in love and not get hurt.) like i said, anything can happen.
stories are a reflection of how we feel. if your heart and head are in turmoil, it shows. it reflects in your writing, dark ink written in a spidery hand bleeding black and bold across bone-white paper. if you are okay (better than just okay, happy) it shows. it reflects in your writing, idealistic and cheery and bright. stories are outlets for emotion, all the rage and angst and tears but also the smiles and love and peace.
the best part about stories, to me, are the memories. each and every writer ultimately ends up devoting a part of his soul - no matter how little or how large - to his characters, to the world he has built, to the emotion his writing elicits. and in our characters, setting, emotion - we all ultimately invest parts and pieces of ourselves. if you look hard enough, you will find that writers tend to project parts of themselves, no matter how minuscule, into their characters. because we all wish for a world which we can control, where we can dictate the ending instead of surrendering ourselves to life's mercy and being tossed around on tempestuous seas. but even beyond that, we store precious memories, emotions, feelings in our characters. for if we can immortalise them in words and other physical form, we ensure that we will never truly forget.
what started out as a hobby - callouses on fingers from gripping pens and pencils the wrong way, tens of exercise books and notebooks filled with nonsensical words and stories, wips piling up in google drive because this is the ~*~technological age~*~, thousands of black smudges caused by a flick of a careless wrist across ink that has not yet dried - has now turned into something i'd like to work with forever, days and nights filled with the tapping of the keyboard and the glide of black pen against rough paper. but lbr, it took a long time to get to where i am now and i don't want to give it all up for some conventional tried and tested path i don't feel a thing for.
you think writing's easy? you're wrong. ernest hemingway described it aptly - 'there is nothing to writing. all you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.' and yet you have to gouge out pieces of yourself, your heart, before the blood starts flowing. writing is really... introspective, i'd say. you want to reach out, to make people feel at least a fraction of what you do, to tug on their heartstrings and create a world that they can't let go of. to leave an indelible mark on someone's consciousness, somewhere somehow. does that sound strange? writing is not easy. it's countless rereading and rewriting and never being satisfied with the final product because you can still see flaws in it. it's constant improvement and the desire to better yourself day after day after day. it's a shot at growth and maturity, lbr.
this was a lot of bs and rambling on my part; i apologise. bottom line - i'd like to be a lit major, but honestly i know you can't do shit with it so lol idk im a little ://// lol