Writing Genius

I saw episodes of Firefly today. Snap shots of amazing dramas, animes and books came to mind.

Tell me, tell me, someone out there tell me...

How do you write genius?

Possesssed

As if the muses finally took interest in me, the creative energy to write took hold of me last night. Unquestioningly, relentlessly, my keyboard typed out the hours that flew past in rhythmic sounds. When I awoke from being ensorcelled by the flirtatious encounter with these nymphs, the sun had already risen. My clock displayed 8:00 AM.

It's been a while since I was so gleeful.

I thank God for the wonderful experience, and His kindness for giving me such inspiration. Man, I wanna do that again.

Oddly Unfamiliar

I find it odd that I do a lot of visual research (looking at comics, studying details in real life, looking closely at scenes...) when my focus is writing.

In any case, an slow suspicion has built up through these past few days that I hope will disperse soon, but I fear it might not. I do not think I know how to write girls as well as I can write anything else, be it boys or furry kitties. In fact, I find it sometimes I wish I could write girls as furry kitties. It may be easier. Let me explain.

Despite growing up with lady friends most of my life, I find that at times, the descriptions of what I imagine a character to be just do not come naturally. Too often, the girls I write come out as some sort of heroine. Unique in the universe she lives in, she somehow has some transcending characteristic that she becomes a bit unreal. The quality makes it hard for readers to identify with the character. Subsequently, she loses a lovable nature, and instead makes her rather seem like some deity that commands worshipers.

Perhaps I can reconcile this by saying that all the lady friends I've had in my life were probably some heroine. I honestly do not believe it to be too far from the truth.

Whatever the reason, the fact remains that I need some characters to not be so independent, so amazing. I need to find a way to write some shred of weakness, some factor that makes an average guy fall in love with the lady in question, instead of making him into a devout follower of her commands. A lady that's real, tangible, fallible but determined. A lady that a guy may want to hold instead of just be blinded by her radiance?

For now, I'll believe that this may just be a phase. Like the phase I had with swordsmen. They all ended up to be brooding, silent, deadly blades of cold righteousness.
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She studied the swordsman before her. His travel robes, loose and graceful, swirled with the wind. He said nothing. Silence filled the air. Unfathomable, his eyes tried to bore into her mind. She smiled at this, amused. He seemed relaxed, though ready. Nothing else in the world mattered for these two.

Even time stood still.

"What's the matter? Haven't you seen a lady before?" She said.

"I have." He responded.

"Then what's the matter? Silence isn't attractive."

"You are in my way."

"And you are in mine, mister. What are you gonna do about it?" She questioned. Her eyes narrowed, but her grin widened.

He started to draw his sword. It inched out, as if giving her time to reconsider. She waited, determined. A cold sad smile appeared on the swordsman's face, a smile that did not touch his eyes. Then, as the sword was drawn halfway, she stopped him.

"Hold it there, mister righteous silence." She said, pulling out a brush.

"I duel poems."

Strange and Random

I must admit that I had never thought that people read this blog. I guess I was wrong. From the depths of my heart, I truly thank the few of you for caring. There really are wonderful people out in the world. You, my friends, are proof.

I suppose it has often been hard for me to drop my defenses - that ever social and not quite serious exterior - when I am not writing, and even, now, I feel somewhat less exposed through the relative anonymity of this page. Often, I have felt the urges to allow people to understand me better, wishing I could drop the habitual, whimsical, social caprice I give off. I just do not know how to do it in person. I do not know if this is a lack of confidence in my being or merely an inhibition. This blog, I suppose, more or less, serves as my medium, and in some ways, my reprieve.

Thank you for hearing me.
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Changing topics, I am not a fan of reproductions or adaptations that deviate too much from an original masterpiece story. I dislike additions to such stories, as well. Humbly, I feel like if the masterful writer intended these things, he or she would have already included them. Thus, I was a bit saddened to see a book entitled: "Master: An Erotic Novel of the Count of Monte Cristo" by Colette Gale advertised at Barnes and Noble. I do not know if saddened is the right word. It was more of a mixture of curiosity and disgust.

The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas has been a celebrated book to me. I cannot fathom whole new renderings of a story which I have come to love. My dream would be to be able to one day craft a story half as masterful as Monsieur Dumas.

Happiness, though, I have found an online version of the book, by Google Books. Yet another reason why I love Google. They have found an even higher place in my heart.
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I found it interesting today, changing topics once again, that I am so used to internet-speak that I give no second thought when reading it, even in stories. I was reading some piece, I forget which now, posted on the net. There was a line that went something like "OMG! We need it now!". Only after did I finish the page did I go, "wait, did the writer really just use 'OMG'? wait wait... did I really not notice until just now?" With a bit of remorse, I find this to be very amusing. I hope, though, that such things will not creep into my own endeavors; though, I am not sure if I care one way or another if I read it in others'.
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Finally (I suppose I have lots of thoughts today... insomnia), yes but finally, and certainly not least, I reacquainted myself with God again. It has been a few weeks since I picked up my Bible, for various reasons that I will not delve into here. The experience brought me to tears.

I will always thank God for His infinite mercy.

Moonlit Night

The full moon always has strange effects on me. I suppose that whilst some creatures of the deep night turn into werewolves, I on the other hand become introspective and entertain lonely romantic thoughts.

Though the night started out being rather glum, it ended, at least, on a positive note.

Although, i wonder... i wonder...

Writing

I realized a great lesson today as I started the creative process to write.

The rules of writing rarely exist in absolutes, if they exist at all.

Show not tell? And tell not show? These rules are merely tools, like that of a master smith, that a writer will utilize to craft his or her masterpiece.

The writer must learn each tool, its uses, and wield them well.

Good writing is harder to master than martial arts, and a great deal more complex than any science.

With the sciences, the mysteries of the universe may be unlocked, but with writing we can transcend to other universes and unlock the power of the human soul.

And I will try my best to become a writing master.

Things We Have to Bear

I recently had to learn how to say "no" all over again, and had to relearn how hard it may be to do so. I have often been labeled a push-over because of my desires to please the people around me. I do not mind this label, because for me, the smiles of the people around me greatly outweigh any trifling annoyance such a name may cause.

Yet, in some matters, it does no good to give in to every wish and want that your friend requests of you.

I did not ever remember it feeling this bad. I suppose, these are just one of those things that we have to bear.