Just saw Stepford Wives on DVD. Was expecting it to suck, but it was actually pretty cool. I definitely want one...not to be married to, but as a household appliance. I wonder if they come in leather and vinyl...
As to my last journal entry, contrary to popular opinion, I wasn't depressed or upset when I wrote that. That was a writing excercise. I think I'm making progress!! Wasn't it a cool rant? Very dark and emotional. Not that it isn't all true, mostly, but it was more of an attempt to break my writing block. I'm actually pleased with it, as it shows progress. It was from my heart, and it flowed smoothly onto the page without much effort at all. Now all I have to do is add the frills: characterization, imagry, plot....perhaps my life could use those things to, but first things first...
I appreciate the concern I recieved in comments and emails, but I honestly am okay. I'll try to be more clear on that next time. It was more of a release. I have been depressed about my life for quite awhile, and I was trying to tap into the root cause of it all. And yes, it was dark and painful. But I live with that all the time, so it doesn't seem like that big of a deal, you know? It's a part of who I am. I tread a fine line between the realms of hell and insanity, and spend my life in constant totured emotional agony. But doesn't everyone?
My roomate bought it all into perspective for me when he told me that I'm not an artist. He says that artists feel things intensely, with huge emotional swings, ups and downs. They tear things apart when they are upset. I'm obviously not like that--I'm far to placid and submissive. I don't take risks, particularly with life, and will likely die alone as a result. And if I think I'm any sort of artist at all, I'm just deluding myself.
This was all said in a calm, condescending tone of voice, as if explaining something that should be plainly obvious to even a complete idiot. I may be exagerating slightly for effect, but that's pretty much what he said. And my first reaction was this: YOU FUCKING MORONIC TWIT!!! How could you possibly have known me for over eight years now, and not know the first thing about who I am???
Of course I didn't actually say any of that, because I'm the placid submissive type. Instead I've decided to dedicate my first book to him. "I'd like to thank all the people who have been so supportive of my writing thoughout my life. But truth be told, this book wouldn't exist if it weren't for one man who told me I couldn't do it. His complete and utter idiocy filled me with the buring internal fire necessary to prove him dead wrong. This book is dedicated to you, asshole..."
Of course as I write this, I haven't proven him wrong yet. But I'm confident. I do feel things deeply. More than he can imagine. As for tearing things apart when I'm upset, it does happen. Just not immediately. I like to use long range planning, for greater effect. Reminds me of a quote from the Wrath of Khan, too cliche to actually write, but you know the one I mean...
As to my last journal entry, contrary to popular opinion, I wasn't depressed or upset when I wrote that. That was a writing excercise. I think I'm making progress!! Wasn't it a cool rant? Very dark and emotional. Not that it isn't all true, mostly, but it was more of an attempt to break my writing block. I'm actually pleased with it, as it shows progress. It was from my heart, and it flowed smoothly onto the page without much effort at all. Now all I have to do is add the frills: characterization, imagry, plot....perhaps my life could use those things to, but first things first...
I appreciate the concern I recieved in comments and emails, but I honestly am okay. I'll try to be more clear on that next time. It was more of a release. I have been depressed about my life for quite awhile, and I was trying to tap into the root cause of it all. And yes, it was dark and painful. But I live with that all the time, so it doesn't seem like that big of a deal, you know? It's a part of who I am. I tread a fine line between the realms of hell and insanity, and spend my life in constant totured emotional agony. But doesn't everyone?
My roomate bought it all into perspective for me when he told me that I'm not an artist. He says that artists feel things intensely, with huge emotional swings, ups and downs. They tear things apart when they are upset. I'm obviously not like that--I'm far to placid and submissive. I don't take risks, particularly with life, and will likely die alone as a result. And if I think I'm any sort of artist at all, I'm just deluding myself.
This was all said in a calm, condescending tone of voice, as if explaining something that should be plainly obvious to even a complete idiot. I may be exagerating slightly for effect, but that's pretty much what he said. And my first reaction was this: YOU FUCKING MORONIC TWIT!!! How could you possibly have known me for over eight years now, and not know the first thing about who I am???
Of course I didn't actually say any of that, because I'm the placid submissive type. Instead I've decided to dedicate my first book to him. "I'd like to thank all the people who have been so supportive of my writing thoughout my life. But truth be told, this book wouldn't exist if it weren't for one man who told me I couldn't do it. His complete and utter idiocy filled me with the buring internal fire necessary to prove him dead wrong. This book is dedicated to you, asshole..."
Of course as I write this, I haven't proven him wrong yet. But I'm confident. I do feel things deeply. More than he can imagine. As for tearing things apart when I'm upset, it does happen. Just not immediately. I like to use long range planning, for greater effect. Reminds me of a quote from the Wrath of Khan, too cliche to actually write, but you know the one I mean...
unravled:
You're the only one reading that that I'll probably actually see on Christmas, so you'll just have to wait and see.