sorry friendslist!
From time to time, when some theme pops up in my mind, I consider writing a novel. I will begin to consider what it's about, who could be in it, what could happen. It's the "what could happen" bit that really stumps me. the "what could happen" bits what REALLY stumps me, that being far more important to planning than who's in it (characters being born out of actions after all-how do you meet anyone if you don't do anything?).
The ending is the hardest- Like I have so many questions and big thoughts, what possible conclusion could I draw from it al? Maybe that's just being young, having more questions than answers. I sometimes can't even boil things down to words because there's so many things I want to say and I can't think how to say them all. That seems to apply to so much, I remember in art gcse, i'd always have ideas but no idea how to convey them, or writing lyrics-how can I put what I think or what I feel into words? I need to find my voice so (as) to speak, or it's a bit like I'm screaming and screaming and nobody ever hears.
That reminds me of the story about the prince with the donkey ears, how the servant shouted the secret into a hole and then the reeds grew and began whispering it every time the wind blew and soon everyone knew. Maybe that's something to bear in mind.
I apologise again to my friendslist. this was more of a brainstorming than interesting
bye!
The ending is the hardest- Like I have so many questions and big thoughts, what possible conclusion could I draw from it al? Maybe that's just being young, having more questions than answers. I sometimes can't even boil things down to words because there's so many things I want to say and I can't think how to say them all. That seems to apply to so much, I remember in art gcse, i'd always have ideas but no idea how to convey them, or writing lyrics-how can I put what I think or what I feel into words? I need to find my voice so (as) to speak, or it's a bit like I'm screaming and screaming and nobody ever hears.
That reminds me of the story about the prince with the donkey ears, how the servant shouted the secret into a hole and then the reeds grew and began whispering it every time the wind blew and soon everyone knew. Maybe that's something to bear in mind.
I apologise again to my friendslist. this was more of a brainstorming than interesting
bye!