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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!

Long or Short? That is the Question

I was planning on posting an excerpt from my story (fortunately I didn’t actually say I would do that, but I sort of planned on it. Still, I won’t let Writer’s Block- or procrastination- stop me) but an interesting topic came to my attention.

Which is better- to write stories that are long or short? Just about anything could be lengthened, to be at least 100,000 words long. And something like Lord of the Rings, with several alterations, could be shortened even to 5,000 words long- in fact I might try that some time, just for the sake of curiosity.

I tend to write stories that are shorter. The longest I’ve done is 100,000 and I can get pretty close to that still. And actually, by my own measurements I would have said that was long, because that’s how I think- partly because I used to write stories that were- at most- 30,000 words long. I simply think in shorter terms- and my sister, a fellow author (she’s properly an author, by the way; I’m just a writer) thinks in long terms. 100,000 words is short, not just not-as-long but short for her!

(Here is a link to my sister’s blog: http://abythingandeverything.blogspot.com/)

So which is better- short or long? I won’t delay the answer, because it’s pretty obvious. The answer is that it depends on what you want, if the story you’re writing needs to be slow or short and what you’re comfortable with it.

But I find it interesting that, for me, ‘shorter’ is natural. Whenever I try to write a proper Lengthy Novel, it just doesn’t happen. What I want to say, I manage in about half the word count I was ‘planning’. So why is that? And the fact that my sister so easily writes novels that are long, and even when she’s got it all planned she usually has at least 20,000 more words worth of things she could have included- it makes me wonder: am I doing something wrong? Are my stories rushed, am I not including enough details or extra stuff to make it feel realistic rather than speeded?

And I’m sure (okay, maybe not completely sure) that there’s some part of her that’s wondering: am I writing too long and should I shorten it, the way my speed-demon sister does?

I wish there was some way I could fix this thing, but it’s not a problem. It’s just like finding out your best friend likes vanilla ice cream rather than chocolate, and you always thought she liked chocolate! There’s nothing wrong with it, you just have to accept your differences and work with it.

I’ve always liked the idea of having an epic novel that you’re working on for years, like my sister does, and having loads of journals filled with the same story like my sister (they’re not really loads, just several) and a stack of notebooks for that story and covering the wall with notes on your story, like my sister does. Okay- well, I don’t think I would like the idea of taking years to complete a novel. I do that some times, but that’s only when I’m writing for the fun of it and not toward some goal.

I like the idea of an Epic Novel. Not just a story. Not just a novel- but an epic novel that you’re working on. But I don’t do that. I appeal to the modern audience, that reads things on iPads and Nooks and things, because the longest I write is 100,000, and I hope to take advantage of that strength. Sure, I’d like to write a novel that takes years to complete- not just because of procrastination or the craziness of life- but that’s not what I do. So I might as well work with what I’ve got- of which I am truly thankful and enjoy.