Sunday, July 16, 2006

I finally realized why I don't blog very well.

I was sitting here thinking tonight, as I read friends' blogs, about why I can't seem to be as prolific as other people. I think I finally realized why. Good blogs, the ones you come back again and again to read, usually look at life and muse about it. They turn observations about reality into narratives that are interesting and fun to read.

My writing, however, has nothing to do with reality.

When my thoughts wander, it isn't to contemplate the world around me, or wonder about things I see, for the most part. My wanderings take me to places that exist only in my own mind, usually to characters I have carried around with me for years now. I write and re-write plots and stories for them, concocting new adventures for them all the time. I have started putting some of those to paper, but that really doesn't lend itself to blogging.

I am not a non-fiction writer. While I think I knew this, I never really put it in those terms. Most of what goes on in my head revolves around people and places that don't exist. And what is reality-centered isn't always the types of things I want to share with the whole world.

For better or for worse, I move through a world filled with fiction. I'm sure I will get comments about needing to get back in touch with reality, etc., but I am in touch with it. It is hard to explain, but both this world and my own created worlds are real in different ways. I know my characters and places don't exist, but they are at times more real and comforting than the world around me. They can have the things I can't, be the people I'm not. They can say the things I want to, but don't have the courage to. They can keep me company when there is no one else around.

So that is why I don't blog very often. I am too busy thinking about all the stories I want to tell some day.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

(waves) Yes! I am still alive!

Ok, so I know it has been almost a full month since I updated here. My only excuse is that real life can be annoyingly busy sometimes. Besides, I haven't had anything really good to post about. I have endeavored to prevent this blog from becoming a place where I cry and whine, since who really wants to read stuff like that? So rather than bore you with details about my life, my feelings, etc., I have just not posted. Not to mention I highly doubt any of you care what level I am in World of Warcraft, or what book I am re-reading for the thousandth time.

You might, however, be intereted to know that I am actually (GASP) writing again. For pleasure. Fiction. It is a great feeling. Granted I am doing fanfic for the Stargate: Atlantis series, but you know, after not writing any of my own stuff for so long, it is a good way to get me thinking in terms of fiction instead of news stories. Things like character and plot don't really come into play when writing up the latest graphic arts awards in the city. So I am rather pleased with myself, and I already have some ideas for either new original pieces, or for going back and revamping some of my old stuff that never quite got finished.

So yeah, not even any good rants for you to read. None of my current ones are really fit for mixed company. Well, one is, but just thinking about it irritates me. (NEVER buy a Dell. Ever.) I will save that for after I don't have to deal with the idiots anymore, and can speak of it without wanting to stick a dull spork in my eyes.

(Oh, and in case you are interested: Level 60 NE Hunter, Level 42 NE Rogue, and Level 44 Tauren Druid; The Belgariad/Mallorean by David Eddings)