Twofold Escapism
The escapism of writing fiction is twofold: First, you create a gorgeous and magnificent world, one to which you would very much like to journey in order to escape the stresses and downfalls of reality. Then you fill that world with anguish and death and war and perils which make your life seem wonderful by comparison.At least, that's how it pans out for me. A perfect village I dream of living in is burnt to rubble soon after its introduction into existence. The stalwart male character I'm developing a crush on is imprisoned or beaten, or turns to evil. The protagonist can't seem to get an hours rest without some new danger revealing itself. Between these scenes playing out in my head lies what most people call "reality". I call it "story fodder". Drama is simply life with the dull bits cut out. I read that at school, on the wall of the girls' dressing room.
I am telling you now that this blog will probably be best enjoyed by those who write as well. Between excerpts, I will be spending time musing about writing as only a writer can. With November (and thus NaNoWriMo) fast approaching, my thoughts will only become more frantic. This blog may be best understood by those who have experienced the sheer frustration of characters who completely steal the story, muses who fight over what happens next, characters refusing to cooperate, or that one character who just won't die.
Which brings me to the end of my post, in which I will pose a question to those of you who do write.
What's the most interesting way in which a character or characters let you know that the story was no longer under your control?
Mine would have to be the time when, on page two of my story, a character that until that point had not existed in any plans showed up at my main character's house, demanded to know where their child was, knocked her unconcious, and burned her house down.
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posted by Tracey @ 1:38 AM
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