Summer's almost over.
I don't know what's wrong with my city, but it literally likes to rain one day and have obnoxiously warm weather the next day. XD
I recently watched Stranger Than Fiction today, and I thought it was a nice story that appropriately sums the panics of what would happen if the characters one kills were real. That made me concerned at the rate at which I kill characters, but then I realized I don't kill characters that often.
I'm rather relieved that it doesn't seem like my characters are real. They very much are real to me, yes, but I'm glad they don't just knock on my door and/or call me because they're concerned about living. Then I began to wonder if I was just a character in a novel and if it was possible that I could die at any given day. Of course it's possible. Time and time again I've thought that my recent adventures are only memories to the future me. I could be dream all of this while my real body is aged and old and about to die and would rather reminisce.
That doesn't make sense. I apologize.
As a writer, I'm also realizing how pathetic the characters are & their underdevelopment. I'm also looking at TVTropes, wondering what I'm falling for and what I'm not. I always go over my words and think about how the only stories I can write are the ones without the brilliant plot twists that I always want in my books. Generally, if there are no plot twists, I get so sad. :(
Watch. In the future I'm going to rip my novels to shreds and rewrite them again and again. I just think it's nice to have a rough draft now.
My characters are developed to a nonsensical degree, but I can't exactly seem to flesh them out right in the novels... I have an honestly no-violence, kind character, but he always gets snappy when I write him. However, that snappiness should be with his best friend (who will end up dead by the end of the series, but you haven't heard that yet).
Mleh. I'm tired.
Good night! :D
I recently watched Stranger Than Fiction today, and I thought it was a nice story that appropriately sums the panics of what would happen if the characters one kills were real. That made me concerned at the rate at which I kill characters, but then I realized I don't kill characters that often.
I'm rather relieved that it doesn't seem like my characters are real. They very much are real to me, yes, but I'm glad they don't just knock on my door and/or call me because they're concerned about living. Then I began to wonder if I was just a character in a novel and if it was possible that I could die at any given day. Of course it's possible. Time and time again I've thought that my recent adventures are only memories to the future me. I could be dream all of this while my real body is aged and old and about to die and would rather reminisce.
That doesn't make sense. I apologize.
As a writer, I'm also realizing how pathetic the characters are & their underdevelopment. I'm also looking at TVTropes, wondering what I'm falling for and what I'm not. I always go over my words and think about how the only stories I can write are the ones without the brilliant plot twists that I always want in my books. Generally, if there are no plot twists, I get so sad. :(
Watch. In the future I'm going to rip my novels to shreds and rewrite them again and again. I just think it's nice to have a rough draft now.
My characters are developed to a nonsensical degree, but I can't exactly seem to flesh them out right in the novels... I have an honestly no-violence, kind character, but he always gets snappy when I write him. However, that snappiness should be with his best friend (who will end up dead by the end of the series, but you haven't heard that yet).
Mleh. I'm tired.
Good night! :D