okay, so nothing really exciting has happened in my life since my two dates a few weeks ago, but i decided to just update everyone on what's up.... even if it isn't super exciting.
So, I'm really bored of this whole no-social-life-because-of-Grease-and-Seusical thing i've got going on right now, but i'm really greatful i have my friend Brooke to hang out with. I'm really glad we met, even though Daniel laughs at me because Brooke and I only met because he and Brooke are going out, but i think it is one of those things that happens for a reason (well many reasons, but one is so that Brooke and i would meet and become friends).
Brooke is a super nice girl, and she and I have alot in common.
I've started writing a new story, and though it hasn't started to consume my life yet, because the characters are still just warming up to me, and haven't shown their full true colors, it has started to become a bit distracting. The main character, Mary, is coming upon her high-school graduation, and then she goes into her back story a little (starting with the week of her sixteenth birthday) Once she catches the audience up on her life thus far, we continue along her journey, and learn her happily ever after..... well i hope.... the characters may tur on me like the ones in Snowdrifts did, and come up with a comepletely different story than i planned.
Okay, i realize that last statment may sound frightening, but let me explain how writing is for me. I love to tell stories, those of you who have known me my whole life can attest to that. I have been telling stories since i could talk, never redundant, and always entertaining. When i was four i becameinfatuated with one particular form of story...... a love story.
i may say that i wright because i am. but that's not what it is.... i write because i am not. i write love stories, and tales of regular girls (all seeming to be almost exactly like me) because i want to feel that. ( i know, only a kid, too young, it will come in time, i get all that! EVERYONE TELLS ME THAT!but it is a subject that facinates me to an obsession. ) I write about people who have crushes on regular girls like mebecause i don't see it happening in my world... (ok Pig, i know you know of one, but i still don't buy it)
I am not saying that i'm depressed or desprate, believe me, I am a proud single teen. I don't need a man to make myself feel complete. That's by no means what i am saying. WHat i mean is to tell you why i write.
Also, in writing the characters become so real to me, as if they really are my best friends. I know what they look like, down to the last zit on their forehead. they are people, and they talk to me. it is all me creating them. they are not voices in my head that tell me waht to do, they tell me what to write, but they don't tell me, i tell me. they are fictional voices in my head. There are not little voices in my head. (did i mention there are not voices in my head?) Why i call my characters the people in my head is because they are people to me, and they reside only in my mind. the characters also have secrets they keep from me. I'm sure this is the most strange idea. all it is is that these are details that fit pewrfectly to the character that i hadn't thought aobut before.
I use terms like people in my head, because i don't know how better to describe my feeling towards them.
I love my characters, even the villians. (except Tommy, he's just a creep, not really likable, his motivations are really selfish and pompous, so i really don't like him)
i do love my acharacters, but i know they are not real. I wuoldn't hold out my whole life for a David, or a Ben just because i want someone like that (plus it's already too late for a Ben....) I live in the real world.... unfortunately.... and i deal with school, and real boys (they suck for the most part) and i deal with my family.... i am not some completely inrotverted person (many would say i'm a total extrovert) i have a life.... i love my life, i just have a world inside my mind.... (i'm not crazy i just explained that)
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