Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Notes to self
Why do any of us feel we must write? Is it for our selfish pleasure or some warped desire to leave our last mark on this world before exiting unceremoniously? I haven't a clue. But one thing I have learned is that there is a very big difference between someone who writes, and a writer. I belong to the former. Having never studied in writing, I am simply a story teller. My manner of writing involves seeing the story evolve in my minds eye. A sort of movie playing over and over in my mind. I try to describe each scene as it unfolds. I use words, much as a painter would use a palette. It is so uncomplicated, it's stupid. I have no idea if other persons so taken to writing would agree with me, as I don't really know any. Other than Ponderings Of The Pond. My love was borne with another novelette that I wrote. Broken Sparrows. It was rife with errors and grammatical errors, but it was written using the characters as taken from an online chat room that I visit regularly. The response was overwhelming, and thus began my addiction. Perhaps this can be my atonement and apology to all the serious writers out there who strive to create works of value. My purpose here is purely entertainment and diversion from the day to day tedieum. I am Rogue. And I have a story to tell,,,,,I hope you enjoy it.