Natterings
May. 15th, 2003 12:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sjesterJust did a minor overhaul on my links table, and now the spacing is funky. The middle column is off center. That bothers me, but I don't know why it's like that.
Hung out with Lex today. That was good. And yesterday hung out with Sarah and a few other people from her Tolkien seminar. We went to see TTT again, as it is in the dollar theaters now. (Observation: Purism gets annoying after a bit. It's one thing to note differences. It's quite another to obsess over them.) After that, we went bowling, and on the screen thing used our names from the Tolkien forum. So, I played as Teleporno.
I'm not going to quote from anything that has been said so far, because there's so much, and because I think the question is pretty well established at this point. So on to my ramblings about violence and writing, particularly my writing. I've been thinking about this for a couple days, and this is what I've come up with.
I don't seem to have gone through a pronounced violence stage. I don't consider myself much of a fiction writer at this point. I'm much more comfortable with essays and such than fiction. That strikes me as a little strange, because I used to make up stories all the time. I'd make characters of my crayons, or playing pieces from board games. And I couldn't get to sleep without a good flight of fancy first. But I can't remember much about those stories any more, except that it probably had a lot more to do with fantasy than with angst. Er, if that's even a valid dichotomy. If not, blame it on bad word choice, because I'm just not thinking of better words to use for it right now.
Now I'm slowly easing back into fiction writing. I'm finding it a bit difficult, because my guiding principle in writing is "write what you know," and much of the stuff I know and would put into a story I'm not quite comfortable with fictionalizing it. Too close to it still, maybe. Anyway. I tend not to use violence as a plot point/device/what have you, because I don't think I know violence. I have a sense that physical violence is only a part of violence as a whole, and that it comes in much subtler forms. Even if I did have an excellent working
definition (i.e. one that isn't sketchy), I probably wouldn't put much of it in stories. Most of the ideas I have for writing deal with internal conflict. Hard to show violence with that, I think.
I did recently have an idea for a story that would be terribly
violent. I refuse to write it, though, mostly because I'm a bit disturbed that it even occured to me. And it's not something I want to explore, either.
So that's my brain droppings on that.
Words just don't seem to want to play nice today. Too late to quit while I'm ahead, so I'll just quit now.
Hung out with Lex today. That was good. And yesterday hung out with Sarah and a few other people from her Tolkien seminar. We went to see TTT again, as it is in the dollar theaters now. (Observation: Purism gets annoying after a bit. It's one thing to note differences. It's quite another to obsess over them.) After that, we went bowling, and on the screen thing used our names from the Tolkien forum. So, I played as Teleporno.
I'm not going to quote from anything that has been said so far, because there's so much, and because I think the question is pretty well established at this point. So on to my ramblings about violence and writing, particularly my writing. I've been thinking about this for a couple days, and this is what I've come up with.
I don't seem to have gone through a pronounced violence stage. I don't consider myself much of a fiction writer at this point. I'm much more comfortable with essays and such than fiction. That strikes me as a little strange, because I used to make up stories all the time. I'd make characters of my crayons, or playing pieces from board games. And I couldn't get to sleep without a good flight of fancy first. But I can't remember much about those stories any more, except that it probably had a lot more to do with fantasy than with angst. Er, if that's even a valid dichotomy. If not, blame it on bad word choice, because I'm just not thinking of better words to use for it right now.
Now I'm slowly easing back into fiction writing. I'm finding it a bit difficult, because my guiding principle in writing is "write what you know," and much of the stuff I know and would put into a story I'm not quite comfortable with fictionalizing it. Too close to it still, maybe. Anyway. I tend not to use violence as a plot point/device/what have you, because I don't think I know violence. I have a sense that physical violence is only a part of violence as a whole, and that it comes in much subtler forms. Even if I did have an excellent working
definition (i.e. one that isn't sketchy), I probably wouldn't put much of it in stories. Most of the ideas I have for writing deal with internal conflict. Hard to show violence with that, I think.
I did recently have an idea for a story that would be terribly
violent. I refuse to write it, though, mostly because I'm a bit disturbed that it even occured to me. And it's not something I want to explore, either.
So that's my brain droppings on that.
Words just don't seem to want to play nice today. Too late to quit while I'm ahead, so I'll just quit now.
