Post by Del on May 11, 2008 0:13:23 GMT -5
I used to write when I was an undergraduate student...and even before then. I stopped because of a bad expereince during my creative writing corses as an undergraduate...and now, am trying to get back into it.
It's like with me trying to convince dancers that want to stop dancing, to NOT stop dancing because it's essential to their core and to stop dancing is to stop living and being a divine being. So that inspires them to continue.
I didn't have such wonderful words to encourage me to continue writing.
For my assignments as an undergrad, in my Magical Realism and Fiction Writing Workshop, we had to, obviously, write short stories. And at the time, just coming into my true name, learning about myself and Kim and things of that nature, I wrote about Me.
Well, needless to say, my stories were thought of as Fantasy and not Magical Realism or Ficiton. I mostly tried writing as if I were writing in a Journal but for the most part, no matter how much I edited the stories, they were always called Fantasy...and not a hint of Magical Realism or a hint of Fiction. 'Things like that just doesn't happen and are not real, which is why it's Fantasy...' That's basically what my peers would say.
My professor even went to the extent of putting me down and not offering any 'help' in revision, stating that one of my stories was written in a fashion that was unforgivable for a writer, that things were unclear {and as I reread this particular story from my POV things were not simply because I know the whole story, and from the POV of someone that doesn't have a clue, it seems very mysterious, abstract, and that more has to be written in order to understand the whole story...or if I did write the whole story I would have been named as crazy}, and that it shoudln't even be considered as a finsihed piece, that it was horrible, blah blah blah.
So after that, I stopped writing, because all that I have written was about me...Me and my expereinces, my closest friends and allies, and a world that is an intimate part of my being...and it was made a folly of, a joke, ridiculed and criticized. Perhaps if I'd introduced it differently it would have been looked at differently.
No, it would still be looked at as a wonderful piece of work, so Fantastical that it would be amazing as to what the human mind could create.
People are so blind to Reality, it amazes me at how this Illusion is so strong to play such a silly trick on a race that proclaims itself to be at the top of the game.
I want to start writing again, but I hesitate because I do not want to be ridiculed again. TO ridicule my writing, in a way it has been, is to ridicule my very existence. It would be to say that...I do not exist, that I am not real...that I am a Fantastical Character, and that my Reality is an Illusion, where the true Illusion is what those that are blind can only see.
My posting of this, is my therapy.
It's like with me trying to convince dancers that want to stop dancing, to NOT stop dancing because it's essential to their core and to stop dancing is to stop living and being a divine being. So that inspires them to continue.
I didn't have such wonderful words to encourage me to continue writing.
For my assignments as an undergrad, in my Magical Realism and Fiction Writing Workshop, we had to, obviously, write short stories. And at the time, just coming into my true name, learning about myself and Kim and things of that nature, I wrote about Me.
Well, needless to say, my stories were thought of as Fantasy and not Magical Realism or Ficiton. I mostly tried writing as if I were writing in a Journal but for the most part, no matter how much I edited the stories, they were always called Fantasy...and not a hint of Magical Realism or a hint of Fiction. 'Things like that just doesn't happen and are not real, which is why it's Fantasy...' That's basically what my peers would say.
My professor even went to the extent of putting me down and not offering any 'help' in revision, stating that one of my stories was written in a fashion that was unforgivable for a writer, that things were unclear {and as I reread this particular story from my POV things were not simply because I know the whole story, and from the POV of someone that doesn't have a clue, it seems very mysterious, abstract, and that more has to be written in order to understand the whole story...or if I did write the whole story I would have been named as crazy}, and that it shoudln't even be considered as a finsihed piece, that it was horrible, blah blah blah.
So after that, I stopped writing, because all that I have written was about me...Me and my expereinces, my closest friends and allies, and a world that is an intimate part of my being...and it was made a folly of, a joke, ridiculed and criticized. Perhaps if I'd introduced it differently it would have been looked at differently.
No, it would still be looked at as a wonderful piece of work, so Fantastical that it would be amazing as to what the human mind could create.
People are so blind to Reality, it amazes me at how this Illusion is so strong to play such a silly trick on a race that proclaims itself to be at the top of the game.
I want to start writing again, but I hesitate because I do not want to be ridiculed again. TO ridicule my writing, in a way it has been, is to ridicule my very existence. It would be to say that...I do not exist, that I am not real...that I am a Fantastical Character, and that my Reality is an Illusion, where the true Illusion is what those that are blind can only see.
My posting of this, is my therapy.