Scruffypup saidNever again! My mom found my journal when I was a teenager. I came home to find my dad ready to kill me and my mom sobbing in the dining room. They read the part about me smoking pot and how I was in love with my friend Carl. I was so angry and scared, I just lied and told them I was writing a screen play.
That is a GREAT story! Seriously, that is the kind of thing that adds color to a story, say, about a teenager growing up. One (by no means the primary one but one) of the reasons I hang out on forums such as this is to read other people's anecdotes about their lives. Incredible material for a writer! I also enjoy swapping life stories with people. Art_Deco and I have been doing a bit of that via RJ mail.
Thanks to TheAlchemixt, Erik101 (and ETA neffa), though
I appreciate it
What is difficult for people to grasp is that I was practically illiterate until I was around 25 or 30. (I dropped out of college after my freshman year and English was always my worst subject.) In high school I would get As over Fs on my written assignments. A for content, F for form. I could 'think' (sort of) but I couldn't spell worth shit (still can't but we have software for that now!) and I hadn't a clue how to punctuate. I still don't know how to diagram a sentence. In RL I'm terribly noun challenged (seriously). I can barely remember my own name half the time and frequently can't think of the name of a person, place or thing whenever I start to say it. Makes me look and sound really stupid!
Whenever I had to write a paper in school I'd write the same first sentence over and over and over again in various ways. I just couldn't get the words to flow or 'go' anywhere. Words, especially written ones, had never been my friends. In the first grade I'd decided my teachers were trying to brain wash me through language and so I deliberately refused to pay attention or learn this shit.
That didn't begin to change until the 80s and word processors were invented. (You guys may be too young to even know about them. Pre-computer, sort of like typewriters with memory but no real computational ability.) Once I had a word processor I began to journal and that increased my ability to get the words in order and out where I and others could see them. When computers and the internet came along, my writing ability increased. Now, as you see, it is difficult to get me to STFU. I also type *very* fast.
Since I'm no longer a painter, I'd *like* to become a writer -- fiction and memoir. But having been a painter, a real artist, I know that writing fiction is an art and a difficult one to do well. It isn't something that comes naturally to me at all. I don't call myself "a writer" because I'm not (even though I write a lot). It's one thing to 'tell' a story (about how the First Baptist Church burned to the ground the day I was to be baptized, for example) but it is quite another thing to create an imaginary world in the mind of a reader where they can experience through their inner sensations the life of the story being told.
I would love to be able to write a novel based on my last relationship, living with a lover who literally went insane and had to be institutionalized. Told well, it would make for fascinating reading. The underlying plot involving two men who were in love at first sight and began a relationship that slowly devolved into madness, each unintentionally (and against their own best efforts) deeply re-wounding the other psychologically. Imagine lots of hot steamy sex including multiple partners, drugs, violence, past-life regressions, death wishes and excruciating emotional pain. Yep, definitely novel material! lol But it would take a master story teller to do it right and I don't know if I'll ever become that.
I'm starting with simpler stories first.