Brigit's Flame Entry- Week 2 February

[keppiehed]

Title: Atonement
Author: Keppiehed
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Word Count: 311
Prompt: “Random Acts”
A/N: Written for week #2 of Brigits_flame.

Comments

[eyedsofmarch]

What he gave to me outweighed the pain tenfold - it just took me awhile to realize it. At the time it hurt, but now, I have nothing but gratitude. It was a long time ago, my life is good now, the problems from then are resolved.

I think about him sometimes still, though I'm happy in most areas of my life, and that's why - I want to tell him - it worked. I doubt I'll ever find him again.

We met in a writing community (poetry) back on irc, over a decade ago, so the text on the butterfly has meaning too. Our greatest adventure was when I beat him in a "most depressing poet" contest. The irony of that is - I haven't written poetry in 10 years. That wasn't his doing, it was the fault? of the 3D man that came into my life. What I have to credit the butterfly for was showing me that I was worthy of that love. Without the depression, the poetry had no base for existence. So, I came here to try my hand at prose instead. :-)

You are spot on with this, it was something I was sure you had experience with from one side or another because you captured it so perfectly. Your "flash of insight" tapped into something greater than any of us, I think.

[keppiehed]

It is a person of great maturity who can look over past hurts without bitterness and really learn from them. It is a hard thing to do, and you have earned my admiration for being able to do so, and for sharing your story, which can't have been easy. We are all the richer for your experience, and for having you here with us at the Flame.

While I don't write autobiographically, I find there is always a kernel of truth somewhere buried in my stories. Even if I don't recognize it until I type the last word, I might see a picture on my desk that I wrote in, or maybe I was sad and my main character was sad in that story. Sometimes more, sometimes less, but I can't quite help but put a bit of myself into every piece of fiction. Perhaps we writers are all a bit that way, and that's what makes it read so true on the page. Maybe I am showing more of myself than I knew was even there!

[eyedsofmarch]

I can't quite help but put a bit of myself into every piece of fiction. Perhaps we writers are all a bit that way...

I think so. I also think, when reading things like Fahrenheit 451, 1984, and some other speculative classics that we writers sometimes have vision that others do not. Whether it's just the way our minds work, that logical foresight (or hindsight for that matter) comes easier, or something more hokey pokey, is up for debate - but we can't deny that there seem to be prophets and empaths among us.

I'm a bit backward from you at times, I will try to write autobiographically, then realize it was more boring than I originally thought, and thus embellish until it's more fiction than fact. I did that last month actually. However, personal truth finds its way in regardless of where you start and where you end. We can't separate ourselves from our writing, it's a piece of us, no matter how small or large, because we create it.

Can I add you to my friends list?

[keppiehed]

I like the way your mind works. Maybe I have been in denial, or blind, but I think you have the right of it. Empaths unite! (on paper, anyway)

You most certainly can add me! *beams* If I may add you, as well!

[eyedsofmarch]

Definitely!