Untitled Writing

A/N: I know writing a personally tagged post after not posting for so long is shitty. It’s a rant, really. Sorry, I’m having some creative issues.

Writing is an incremental process.“ I read that somewhere. You don’t just sit down and type four hundred Word pages because you have this deep, undeniable desire to pour something into words, to bring new people, monsters and other creatures to life.

Your fingers, your characters and your world. There’s nothing more empowering than that, really. Molding people out of your grey matter, and trying to lead them around. Trying to shape destinies like you’re a god. And then, them breaking loose, becoming alive. Getting a will of their own. Demanding things of you. Reminding you they haven’t eaten in 100 pages. Telling you they really don’t like that asshole you’ve intended for them. „Please, could you choose someone else? He’s just not my type.

Sometimes it’s like they’re praying to you. Like they’re trying to make you do something for them, something other than what you have intended. It’s not easy to say no. But unless you say no you cannot have any control over what happens. The more times you say „yes“ to your character, the more likely it is that you’ll end up swearing at yourself for being a weakling and giving up because there is no chance you can go back.

What though the radiance

which was once so bright

Be now for ever taken from my sight,

Though nothing can bring back the hour

Of splendour in the grass,

of glory in the flower,

We will grieve not, rather find

Strength in what remains behind;

In the primal sympathy

Which having been must ever be;

In the soothing thoughts that spring

Out of human suffering;

In the faith that looks through death,

In years that bring the philosophic mind.

A/N: Told you it was a rant. Poem by Wordsworth. I’m in a poetic mood. Which is also a bitch. As are my characters. I could have written about Pacific Rim (which was utter crap), or RED 2 (which was fun), or maybe the Iron Maiden concert (which once again was a religious experience). But I just, gah.

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