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My Love of Writing

I’m sure it’s confusing for anyone who reads this blog consistently (or as consistently as I write here, anyway). Actually, consistency is a good way not to describe my writing here for the time being. To tell you the truth, this is the first time I’ve actually been inspired to write a post.

I know. I probably shouldn’t admit that. I should make all my readers, or anyone who stumbles on this blog, feel like reading more. Well, I’ll let you know straight and forth (apparently I’m being creative about my phrases) that I do want people to read this blog, and I like writing here. Unfortunately, my creativity just doesn’t lie in this direction. It tends to fizzle out.

A fellow writer and blogger I know of recently said, if you don’t like doing something (blogging being the example) then don’t, because sometimes the fact that you don’t like to do it is really obvious. I do like to blog, as a matter of fact, as long as I have something definite to talk about. But when she said that, it made me realize, if I can’t think of something to say, or if I don’t feel like blogging, then don’t because forcing yourself won’t help. And that is one reason why I haven’t been blogging lately, even though I feel like I really should be doing as much as I can to further my writing career- in the same way someone who is sinking gasps for air and panics before being pulled down.

Now, to get back to what I was saying at the beginning of this post, anyone who reads Felicity Prose on a regular basis is probably confused by now, because I am repeating myself. I have said all this before. I’ve told people repeatedly that I love to write, life is crazy, I don’t know where I’m going to go with my writing career, and, more recently, that I’ll have to put it on the back burner for the moment due to other creative endeavors. And I wouldn’t be at all surprised if what I’m unintentionally telling people is that I’m very confused, uncertain and I certainly don’t like writing, but, if anything, I’m only delaying something inevitable.

Well, let me get it all explained now. I’ve heard quite often, and even seen on blogs recently, that sometimes a person can a gift to understand or see the world in a way that no one else can. Musicians, painters, writers, mathematicians- you name it. Even my sister, who paints, kind of does it. I’ve seen writing blogs where the person says that writing is necessary to them. Well, that’s probably one reason why it took me a while to realize I like writing, because I kept expecting there to be some moment when I would walk into a room and start creating whole stories around the people in the room. It never happened.

And then, I’m sure people really wonder about me when I say that I ‘decided’ to write a story because I felt like writing about some ‘subject’, as though I had suddenly caught a craving for chocolate. To me, that does not sound like I’m serious about what I’m talking about.

Well, writing is not necessary to me. Not as necessary as the air I breathe. But I love doing it. Sometimes it hits me. It’s not just a hobby. It’s not just something that’s caught my fancy. I actually really like doing it. Believe me, I’m lazy. I wouldn’t have even got this far, or thought about getting further, if I didn’t actually really like it. And as to writing about some subject that suddenly caught my attention, well, I don’t really have anything to say about that. I guess it’s just my method, and partly based on why I started writing in the first place. I will say that these things I ‘pick up’, I take seriously.

This is my statement of my love for writing. It’s a little odd. Inspiration for blogging doesn’t always make sense. I will say to any fellow writers (or want-to-be-writers) out there. If you’re expecting a moment when you’ll walk into a room and see characters and stories rather than a real people (basically have a genius moment) don’t wait for it. It may happen, it may not. However if you see a strangely cheerful man in a suit walk by, and you suddenly feel like writing a Ballad of the Happy Businessman, that’s good enough reason to try out writing.

Happy writing all!

Felicity Prose…. Happy Literature

I don’t know if I do write happy literature, actually. I am apparently famous (in my household) for torturing my characters. I rarely ever literally torture my characters, but they’ve been impaled, had problems knowing which consciousness they’re brains belong to, fought at Gettysburg, traveled through time with disastrous results (in one case he forgot everything and was taken back in time to his younger self, which isn’t technically a bad thing, but losing one’s memory is inconvenient when the world is about to end and you’re supposed to stop it. In another story, a character got lost between the times and kept hopping around through history). In a story I will be writing in November for NaNoWriMo, my character will be dealing with post-traumatic stress disorder (not fun) and in the story I am working on currently I’ve already given my character telekinesis (with the added problem of temperamental blindness), not to mention the fact that just about everything and everyone he cares about has been destroyed (I actually put him through such unpleasantness quite by accident). So I guess I do torture my characters (again, not yet literally, because torture would be quite difficult to write) and I don’t write happy literature.

But I am happy when I write (and I basically only write literature, because nonfiction is dull for me to write, except in this case, when I get a chance to talk about myself). And that’s what I mean: Felicity Prose, because I typed in ‘fiction’ looked at synonyms and found literature and from there found prose, and I thought Felicity Prose sounded pretty cool.

I thought I should explain that, just so you know that my name isn’t Felicity Prose- it just expresses what I do and that I like doing it. And sense I’ve brought up some of what I’ve put my characters through, I feel I owe an explanation as to why I do it- although sometimes I don’t have a reason. But I don’t think I can explain or show you what I do to my characters because that would take quite a long time, so I’ll just post things from my stories occasionally.

So… here’s to felicity prosing……