The Good and the Bad

I don’t want the evil to be obvious. I don’t want it to be out in the open but rather in the minds, in the dark corners, in the most quiet of places where one doesn’t really expect it to be but when are told, see the light. I don’t want an obvious government that is bad or something. It’s a small organisation that has one or two ties to the security part of the government. It’s so small and insignificant that you don’t realise it until it’s something that will be a lot harder to deconstruct than the years it took to build. I want the main part of government to not be part of the story, to not be the evil. Because it’s hard running a country and decisions have to be made and if you want to point fingers then point it at yourself. 

World Views

It's interesting to hear people views on books like Harry Potter, Twilight and Lord of the Rings, hearing what they think is good and bad. I am a very strong christian and believe that these books, these stories, these imaginary worlds, are completely fine and fun. People search for the supernatural in these characters as we all have this want/need for the supernatural that can be found in God. I find that these books send people searching instead of running off into witchcraft. I may be wrong, and I am willing to accept so, but I find that people who believe that these stories are demonic and from hell don't know the full power and glory of God. They don't realize the fullness of God's grace and want for people to find him, whether it be in a church or through a fictional story. I just don't wish for such prejudice on my story. How would it seem for christians to say my story to be the same. How disappointing it would be. How sad I would feel for the close minded people. Just another thought for the road. 

Question and Answer

Could my words paint a picture that the reader feels that they are painting themselves? I want to write to paint a story, a possibility, an idea, a reality. Is it possible to create a window into a world made up of dreams and imagination?

Is it possible to have a whole book, or series, in your head but somehow not have it? I feel like all the information is there I just need to grasp it but it's just out of my reach. Does that sound right? Macy, Rick, Charles, Jameson and Harrold, are people I'm still trying to work out. I think of one thing and it stuffs up something else I had thought of and I have to then re-think it all over again. Sometimes the puzzle pieces look right but don't quite fit. It's frustrating but also enlightening. Maybe I need to stop think and just write? But it never works that way for me. I guess there is always a first. I guess you never know until you try. Okay, maybe I'll give it a go. Wish me luck!

minus a lot of days. 

Recent reads

So, as any young writer does, I've been reading all of the recent best sellers in the area I want to write for. Some are good and are receiving a lot of attention but for some reason something hasn't been sitting with me on this latest craze of apoplectic writing of the future of the Untied States of America. Today I realised why. A lot of the books I am reading show that, in the future, the country will turn against itself, there will be a lot of destruction and ruins, education and life in general will be succumbed to military and war. We will be taught to not think for ourselves but rather the country, or team if you may. These books, whether they realise it or not, are declaring such destruction over such a powerful country. I just don't believe it to be true. Why are we not writing about abundance or it's strengths? Why does the government always turn bad? How come we are made to do horrible things because of lies we are fed? I just don't want to write that sort of story.

So today I put a twist on my story, I don't want it to be the same as these down-cast books. Hopeful instead of hopeless was sort of what I was going for.

Finding Old Things

I was just finishing my assignment and I found a synopsis of sorts of my story I've been working on. It's totally different from what I remember and actually quite in depth. I didn't realize I actually worked out so much of my story. Well, the first part of my story anyway. I've written a lot of what goes on after but this whole first part is brilliant. I love it! Explains so much! Probably wouldn't be the first book but it answers many of my questions. But you know what they say... When you get an answer it just creates more questions...

Preview

Here is the end of my short story, just a little preview...

"It was ten years later when Jameson Parish walked up to the bus station, an hour early to pick up his sister, that he remembered the feeling of his mothers arms around his neck when he had walked in the front door of his house that day. He remembered his Dad standing only a few steps behind him saying sorry and he himself saying it back with his whole heart behind the words. But most of all, he remembered his younger sister telling him he was never to leave her again; he told her he would never do such a thing. 

He walked through the glass doors and stopped suddenly, almost causing people to crash into him. There, on the exact same bench he had been on all those years ago, was the old man who had helped him realise. However, this time he was talking to a young girl around the same age he was when he was in her position. He watched the scene play out just like he was watching his own memory, as the girl’s walls of defence broke down and she realised she had made a terrible decision. She rushed past him and the old man smiled,  got up and hopped onto the closest bus. Jameson couldn’t believe what he had just seen, could it be that the old man had been waiting for him? For him to make the right decision? Jameson only just came to the realisation of exactly how lucky he was. So when he looked around the bus station and spotted a young boy looking just like he himself had, bags and a thoughtful look, he made a quick decision. He took a seat next to the young boy. He would wait. No matter how long. For what is the point of receiving revelation if we can’t one day share it?" 

I don't mind it. Hmm.

Short stories

Short stories and I are not very good friends. We get along every now and then but when I need inspiration and a thousand words they leave me to fend for myself. Oh short stories, we will never be close.

I have to write a story for my assignment and well it's not going too well. It's a bit too long, it's a bit meaning less and I feel like giving up but I know I can't. I just wish I had someone to read over it and tell me what it needs! But we can't all get what we need...

Mind maps

I never thought I ever use mind maps. But here is proof that I am. They are actually really useful :p and I use to make fun of them haha.