I’ll be writing again soon, blogging, whatever that may be.
Friendship… is not something you learn in school. But if you haven’t learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven’t learned anything.
To be honest, I never learnt much at school however, friendship is definitely not something that could be learn. Along with many other things in life, we all have to experience to figure out its meaning. I’ve had my brushes against various types of friendship, I call it type because I was brought up to view friendship as trade.
The equation worked somewhat like this: (input) = what your friend can benefit from you = the reason why your friends are there (output)
That equation was transcribed from many a conversations with my father, whom view friendship as only a way to survive in this world. That friendships are only there to benefit the occupants on each side of the equation. Yes indeed, in some relationship this is what goes on. However, I don’t believe that is the meaning of friendship.
The true meanings of friendship is to be understood by someone else. To be able to empathize with someone else deeply, not sympathize that is only pity. But empathy.
True friendship comes rare now, they are indeed very brittle and fragile things. I will quote Mercutio from Romeo and Juliet, ‘they are as thin as air, and less predictable than the wind. Which sometimes get angry and blows on the frozen north then changes and blows to the south.’ Even with our most long-standing friendships this could be case, people change all the time, their taste changes, their way of thinking changes and there is absolutely nothing we can do but to accept this.
True friendship to me, is always this hazy stream of light just bobbing out of vision. An intangible concept that is so near but yet so far. I suppose indeed, this is a gift of our life to find out things along the journey. I have my fill of friends and acquaintances, yet none I can truly call close or true. As we age, our standards change and we will suddenly find our childhood friends suddenly changed. Yet despite all this, friendship plays an important role in our lives and those who condemn such a role of friendship are doomed to be victimized.
As C.S Lewis says, Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art… It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.
It’s hard to figure that out, since every person will experience a book differently. We all have different tastes and preferences, and those things are influenced by a million factors. Some of us like fiction, others prefer non-fiction. Some of us like to read articles online and others like to read big clunky hardcovers. That’s why it’s so important to remember that no matter what you write, someone out there will want to read it.
When I read a book, there are a few key things that either make my experience a good one or a bad one. I can be difficult to please, and although I try to keep myself from despising a book because of a small thing in the story, it happens anyway. Here’s what I look for when reading, and what will make or break my love of the story:
1) Believability. I want the story…
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By now I’m sure nearly everyone in the writing world has read or heard about the Slate piece on how adults should be embarrassed/ashamed to read Young Adult literature. (I’m not going to link to it, because I refuse to give them the clicks.) I couldn’t possibly have missed it – when I checked Twitter on Thursday morning, my timeline was a seething mass of fury. And I… well, went off implies a brief explosion. This took place over the course of nearly three hours, prompting what I consider one of my top five greatest honors of my entire internet history:
And, you know what? It was. When I get up a good head of steam on some righteous anger, it looks a little like this:
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http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_assignment/writing-101-day-five/ -> That is the original prompt and below is my 122 word short story on it. First attempt.
All scientific discoveries were an accident. I wonder if all life-changing moments are usually accidents too. The letter sat quietly on the grey pavement, a friend waiting to be invited into the house. It was an ordinary envelope, white paper, standard stamp.
Like the majority of the population, I failed to notice the unexpected.
The paper made that stereotypical rustling sound, dry leaves rustling against each other that came to an abrupt stop. The first few words, in a handwriting I thought dead swam before my eyes in bouncing dots.
I woke up two hours later with a slight pain on the back of my head where I had banged it. Is not everyday you receive a letter from your dead sister.
That is perhaps the stupidest question, the answer is of course to write. Yet at the same time, I feel like I’ve been writing so much that my writing is just merging into this big blob of nothing. Maybe I need a break, I’ve written better words last year than I have now. maybe the reason lies within that I don’t read as much anymore. I don’t why, I just don’t. Is not that I don’t have enough time, but it just feels strange now. Writing feels like something I have to force from myself, whereas it was a smooth sensation from before. What is going on….
A picture speaks a thousand words, so write a short story, no longer than 800 hundred words from this picture prompt, I wouldn’t mind people sharing their stories with me. xD. That’d be awesome actually.
Stuck with a character, read this.
Let’s talk characterization, shall we? When I was taking a class for editing fiction, one of my instructor’s told us something that opened my eyes. It was a small thing, something that is actually quite obvious. Nonetheless, it forced me to think about characters of all shapes and sizes in a new light.
What he said went something like this: Our personal experiences have a definite influence on how we view characters. We must be very careful when figuring out what is working for a character in a story and what is not. Is that character designed to make you despise them, or do you just have an irritating aunt that resembles that character? Do you dislike the character because the writing makes them that way, or do you dislike them because they go against your personal views?
This couldn’t make more sense to me, and though it has not…
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I’m going to start a series of prompts. Why, just because I feel like it.
That’s right. You heard me, write down a short story based on the last dream you had. I don’t if is you and someone sipping juice in a warm summer day, or you and this flurry creature sailing through space and seeing unicorns. No matter how mundane, how ridiculous or how jumpy and unconnected they are.
Connect the dots. Piece the pieces together, randomly. No one is gonna see this except you (unless you want to share it).
DREAMS MAKE GREAT WRITING MATERIAL.