Midterms are over- and aren’t at the same time, I had a snow day today even though I was only going to do my Science Midterm and then go home- and tomorrow I have no school. So here I am, exhausted, and writing on here yet again, and doubting, yet again, whether or not it should be left up here. Then again, I’m forced to admit that it’s a nice way to keep everything organized not to mention that it’s a nice way to procrastinate. But before I came on here, I was reading.
Oh. My. God. Sometimes reading makes me feel so inferior to these amazing books I read. Robert Jordan, Terry Goodkind, David Eddings & Leigh Eddings [The Redemption of Althalus]… They’re all spectacularly above me. They’re the kind of people I only get the privilege of seeing their shoes, and maybe their coat tail. I cannot imagine anyone being moved by my writing in the way that I’m moved by them. It sometimes depresses me. Anyway, that’s not what I was getting at. These books are absolutely spectacular. The Redemption of Althalus and the Sword of Truth Series are both on my top five, and Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time is probably on my top twenty. I’d definitely recommend them.
Once again, I’m getting off track. Books like these get me thinking. Like, for instance, the Sword of Truth Series gets me thinking about human nature and the rules of it. For those that don’t know them, those rules are here. I empathize with the characters more so than I so with my own (and that’s pretty sad, when you think about it). They become real people to me. I hate them and I love them, I wince when they do something stupid and I cheer them on when they’re going in the right direction. It’s a sad world indeed when I’m not really getting my character’s to be as real to me as the characters of other writers.
Let me attempt to explain something here. I search through the websites of some of my favorite authors looking for the faintest hint of a tip for my own way of writing, I’ll take advice where I can get it (everyone is way to nice to me- I never get the criticism that I know that my writing needs). On Stephanie Meyer’s website, she frequently mentions that the character’s she’s created talk to her in her head as she writes and almost dictate the story to her. I’m a bit of a control freak, so I can’t give over that kind of control, but it only makes sense that the personalities that you create should be nearly as real as you are. So, whenever I get the opportunity- like in the nice quite time that after my midterms where I only have myself for company- I hold long conversations with the people I’ve created. Of course, some of them I’m kind of afraid to talk to right now, they don’t come into the plot until later and they freak out everyone else in the story, but the main characters I talk to all the time. Sadly enough, though, the ending is not exactly finished, and the parts that I have finished aren’t exactly closed off: I left a big enough opening so that when I’m done I can continue it on if I can’t let go of them. The characters- now that they’re slowly coming into being for me- resent some of the endings I’ve come up with for them. I challenge all of the relationships, create new ones and mess with people’s heads (especially in the third book, everything goes to hell in that one). Mat, Dianna, and Logan are the ones I’m fleshing out right now, and talking with the most. Sara I’m warily thinking about talking to, along with Selene. Silas I have pretty much down already, so I’m not going to do that to him (I screw with his life a lot more than the rest, and I don’t think that he’d like to answer my questions anyway). Logan is trying to get on my good side right now, because he really really doesn’t want me to write the mythical fourth book. I screw him over more than probably anyone can get screwed over in that one. He dislikes me for that.
In any case, the previous paragraph is an explanation if I mention “Logan says” or “Dianna says” or “Selene is mad at me”, enough so that you won’t be confused by it.
I have this problem with people and swearing. Maybe it’s the way that I was raised, but I honestly don’t believe that horrible language is a sign of being uneducated. To me it means being unafraid of those that would ridicule you for using such language. And anyone who writes must know that if you have a rather rough character, it wouldn’t be accurate without vulgar language. Like my character Mat, for instance. He frequently gets drunk and hangs around some illegal casinos in the darker parts of town. He, unlike my other characters, is not really afraid of his language hurting others feelings, because it would only be childish to go “OMG, you swored!” (As many people in my school have done when I’ve said something vulgar, it’s been done before.) He’d scoff at them, and continue on his way. It’s in his very nature, for a very, very, very long time he’s been in contempt for others’ ignorance and others’ arrogance. It’s not quite the way I feel about it, but it’s very similar.
Enough with the ranting about Mat’s feelings about swearing, and getting on with mine. Too many adults, I see, think that swearing is one of the worst things on the planet. While the smart ones edit their language around teachers, the others don’t even bother. Those that don’t bother, I find, are swearing more of ignorance then of contempt. Those that do- a fair few, I find- either swear occasionally when angry, or know enough not to hurt the teachers with “vulgar” language. I want an English major, but I swear. I find in order to write about a character that swears, I need to at least have some experience in comfortably swearing.
Sorry. End of rant.
I’m also reading, in case anyone felt they needed an update (does anyone beside me and Lily read this, anyway?), Dante’s Inferno, which I’ve heard was very good. That’s what I get for having an English teacher as a mother, I guess. A hunger for the classics…