On Writing 2
I have my own computer, at last, a laptop, that stores everything and is faster. I have two computers, one my sister gave to me ten years ago or so, brand new, a gift and I promised her when I began writing, I would dedicate the first book to her, so in love with the gift she had given me. It stores in it my first diary and the girls told me they had been reading my entries, my grand daughters, Jade and Tegan and Tiana and I most admit I hoped they were decent enough for the girls to read and not some bullshit babble. But they told me they liked them just recently and could I write more. So of course I do. My grandchildren can ask me anything, they know this. And tell me anything, I always wanted that with my own girls, that they could tell me anything but not ever to lie to me. I want the truth, no matter, how bad,
"Drag it out into the light and let's examine it"
is always what I say to all the females I know, I don't like hidden "things".
So now I can write to my hearts content, knowing that everything is a story and can be joined together at the end and once I have finished pushing the facts out there, maybe I will write a novel. So first I am purging the past, with it's "Slings and arrows of outrageous fortune" and not worrying about taking up " arms against a sea of troubles" because most things sort themselves out in the long run. Water reaches it's own level with a lot of people and they turn out as expected, and change is rare. If they are a bad tempered ass hole they will usually continue to be so and those sort of people I avoid these days, knowing there are much nicer people in the world.
I only add them to my stories if it benefits the story, preferring them to be background characters that add spice or drama, but not to be the main protagonist. And with each story it's a step forward, I can only remain in that world for so long, the past and then I have to move or exercise or take a nap or eat or shower or do some washing, anything to rid myself of the past, reasoning that it can't help. And then someone rings me up and I am urged to do more and people are remembering too and want detail added, their point of view. And it grows and swells this writing and when I have had enough, I stop.
"Drag it out into the light and let's examine it"
is always what I say to all the females I know, I don't like hidden "things".
So now I can write to my hearts content, knowing that everything is a story and can be joined together at the end and once I have finished pushing the facts out there, maybe I will write a novel. So first I am purging the past, with it's "Slings and arrows of outrageous fortune" and not worrying about taking up " arms against a sea of troubles" because most things sort themselves out in the long run. Water reaches it's own level with a lot of people and they turn out as expected, and change is rare. If they are a bad tempered ass hole they will usually continue to be so and those sort of people I avoid these days, knowing there are much nicer people in the world.
I only add them to my stories if it benefits the story, preferring them to be background characters that add spice or drama, but not to be the main protagonist. And with each story it's a step forward, I can only remain in that world for so long, the past and then I have to move or exercise or take a nap or eat or shower or do some washing, anything to rid myself of the past, reasoning that it can't help. And then someone rings me up and I am urged to do more and people are remembering too and want detail added, their point of view. And it grows and swells this writing and when I have had enough, I stop.
