All posts tagged: creative writing

Write What You Know

Originally posted on The Sunflower Cafe:
Everyone knows that phrase uttered in every creative writing course. The famous, “write what you know.” This is solid advice for writers both new and experienced. My only problem is that people tend to take it at a face value. They assume they should only write about plots or settings that they know well. If that were the case, then fantasy and sci-fi wouldn’t exist. I doubt J. R.R. Tolkien truly experienced a trek to Mordor. Writing what you know doesn’t always have to be a place. Sometimes putting qualities you see in yourself or those around you into your characters is writing what you know. Sometimes looking at the way people speak to one another or the way emotions are handled in times of stress or happiness is writing what you know. To create a character who breathes, it helps to be perceptive on the way real people think and act. When I write, I tend to give my cast a few of my own flaws. This normally…

Wolves & Sheep

Originally posted on The Renegade Press:
‘The price of being a sheep is boredom. The price of being a wolf is loneliness. Choose one or the other with great care.’ – Hugh Macleod If you were forced to make a choice between living a life of boredom, or one of loneliness, what would your decision be? Would you choose a stifled existence of mundanity in which you are forced to conform to the whims and needs of the masses? Or would you be comfortable in a life of isolation? Could you find comfort in the knowledge that you will forever be without inspiration, surrounded only by the mediocre and the monotonous? Or would prefer a life of seclusion and segregation? The truth is that you wouldn’t wish to be afflicted by either. If I pushed you into a corner and forced you to make a choice, you would probably shove me back and call me insane. Why would anyone want to make such a ridiculous decision? No matter what avenue you pursued, you would be…

Manhattan

?? ?I exited my apartment building, curt note in hand for the UPS delivery person: The buzzer for 2R is broken – please leave delivery inside the door. Contrary to what somebody told you yesterday, there are tenants in 2R – one especially who would have loved to have slept on a mattress last night. I crammed the note between the old brick wall and the broken buzzer and made my way down the now-familiar street to get coffee at a café that I had been referred to by seasoned locals. They’d been here since August, anyway. The rectangular olive-green sign beckoned me onward, steel and hard with flashing bulbs that made it look like an old and woefully lost Vegas sign. I ordered an almond croissant and a cappuccino and took a seat at a small, round marble table. I found myself flanked by hipsters, the luminescent glow of chalky white Apples and the click-click-click of their modern keyboards surrounding me. Extremely conscious of being the only person in the large café without a…

Just a Little Bit of ‘Crazy’

Originally posted on ze'artist'lulu:
Growing up in my family has never been that easy. Well at least for the rest of my cousins. As for me, I loved all the craziness that went about from the bedroom to the kitchen, till the bathroom. Let’s take my Grandma for instance. I have no way of really defining her but if I do have to portray her then I would go about it like this- She has no regard for who so ever is around her and if you piss her off then imagine your life, slowly being sucked into the deepest and the darkest hole that has ever been created in this universe and while you are being sucked in, imagine your heart being torn apart bit by bit by her words and finally imagine living under the realm of the undertaker; But at the same time imagine yourself living on a hill-top, lying down on green grass and being loved and cared for by this amazingly loving woman. And just as all old…

The Sixth

Originally posted on ze'artist'lulu:
ONE “And there he was, just sitting there like a moron eating his perfectly swirled cone ice cream. I never really got to know his deal, he seems so… I don’t know, wired~” – Who? Jordan? – Adam, Pay attention you dumb nut! – Sorry, you were just going so fast; it’s hard to keep track when you’re talking. – He gives me the creeps. Ugggghhh- Any ways, I have to go, mom wants me to drop my stupid cousin off at his dance rehearsal. See you. – Sure. So she waved goodbye, started her scooter and rode off. Her name was Sole. She picked up her bag, turned her smile upside down while muttering ‘You don’t have to pretend to be strong you idiot, it just makes you look mean’ and left the table. Her name was Anna and they were best friends. Sole and Anna were friends for almost 11 years now, Sole moved into the neighborhood when she was 5. She had long dark hair that…