On Writing.
Sep. 23rd, 2007 11:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sakon76As far as writers and writing goes, I generally think I'm fairly sane, title of "Crossover Crack Queen" aside. I mean, I accept that the "voices in my head" are in fact merely reflections of my own subconscious process. I don't think I'm transmitting the words of anyone, or am the reincarnation of anyone, or am in fact describing the events of something happening a few parallel universes over (though I do accept the possibility that anything might happen in a parallel universe, up to and including the things I write). So, generally, the only things that come out of my head are things that were already in there.
That said, once in a while something happens and I take a step back and look at the stories and characters I'm writing and realize what it is in me that I'm writing about. This is part of the reason I haven't worked on The Novel in several months; I'm not ready to handle what I'm writing about in there. And, just over last night and today, I've realized what the hell I'm actually writing about in HBFS, why Prowl and Jazz are my main characters, why they have the problems and attitudes they do, and, in short, what is actually going on in my head. I also realized why I've started cross-posting my works, and why (other than issues of being pissed off at plaigarists) I've gotten and started using a ff.net account.
If I drank, I would so be getting plastered right now. Unfortunately I don't, and burying my sorrows in sugar would only make me feel worse afterwards, given my weight issues. Retail therapy is also out since I'm shy on the funds right now, and most of the things I want at the current time aren't within my reach anyway for varying (some temporal, some geographical) reasons. So, in the end, what route am I left to take the pain out? Only writing.
That said, once in a while something happens and I take a step back and look at the stories and characters I'm writing and realize what it is in me that I'm writing about. This is part of the reason I haven't worked on The Novel in several months; I'm not ready to handle what I'm writing about in there. And, just over last night and today, I've realized what the hell I'm actually writing about in HBFS, why Prowl and Jazz are my main characters, why they have the problems and attitudes they do, and, in short, what is actually going on in my head. I also realized why I've started cross-posting my works, and why (other than issues of being pissed off at plaigarists) I've gotten and started using a ff.net account.
If I drank, I would so be getting plastered right now. Unfortunately I don't, and burying my sorrows in sugar would only make me feel worse afterwards, given my weight issues. Retail therapy is also out since I'm shy on the funds right now, and most of the things I want at the current time aren't within my reach anyway for varying (some temporal, some geographical) reasons. So, in the end, what route am I left to take the pain out? Only writing.
