Monday, November 23, 2009
Last night I wrote such a devastating scene that there were times when I couldn't see my screen, the tears blurred my vision and I cried for my characters. I hurt for them. Is this what it feels like to be a god? Don't get me wrong, I've no delusions of grandeur, I'm simply telling a story. But if I create the scene, the character, the situations am I not a god? Omniscient? It's a bizarre feeling and one I'm a little concerned about because I'm enjoying it too well.
Shall I eschew social obligations so I can create another world? Wait, that's the SIMS game. Nevermind. I'm tired, sleep-deprived through this experience or shall I say experiment?
If you haven't noticed, my banner has the link to my "Seawater Eyes" NaNoWriMo novel.
Please if you like the story, let me know. I appreciate the feedback.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
A few weeks ago I wrote an old fashioned letter, the first time in very many years. I realized after I had written it and had mailed it away, trying to recall all the things I wrote that, I don't think I really made a lot of sense. I have become so accustomed to being able to cut and paste.
I don't have to know no grammar cuz Word will fix it up ok. (Please read in a sarcastic font, imagine it and it will appear).