I’m thinking...
Last night the urge to write was strong, however, inspiration was sadly evasive. I feel like starting on a new story, but I’m having difficulties deciding on a plot line. This always seems the way, whenever the urge to write is the strongest, inspiration as to content of your story is always the hardest to find. Anyways, I was thinking of various writing styles that I could choose from, and I'm finding myself rather fascinated with writing in first-person. It's so very hard to write in first person well. I used to write all my stories in first person, and then I went through a stage where I realized how much easier it was and I felt that it was an easy way out, so I avoided it like the plague.
The truth is though, I think it is almost more challenging to write in first person because of that initial feeling that it is easier, because really, it isn't. I remembering that was what struck me the most when I read "Brideshead Revisited" for the first time. It was the gradual realization that I did not like the character from whose point of view the story was told, and I wasn't really meant to. It's interesting, I think, because when a story is told in first person you almost feel automatically an identification with the person through whose eyes you are seeing the story. It's hard to help- it's one's natural impulse, you are seeing the world through this character's eyes, so you can't help but feel attached to them in some shape or form. So I've been finding stories where it is told in first person but you end up disliking that character rather interesting.
Agatha Christie has written a few of them, another one that jumps to my mind is "Rebbecca," you don't really dislike the young woman from "Rebbecca" however, she is rather insignificant. She seems to be rather unimportant and we end up looking over her, seeing her only as a tool to view the more important, significant characters. The whole thought rather fascinates me, the idea of the character we see in first person being dis-likable or even insignificant as we view the bigger fuller picture of the other characters. I'm rather tempted to try my hand at writing in a styling like that.
Also, sadly, I think I'm in a rather melodramatic mood. I feel like writing a story of cutthroats and pirates and ruffians. Which is strangely out of my comfort zone as I've never written something like that, or at least, not for a great many years. I prefer to write "everyday" stories, stories of ordinary people living mostly ordinary lives. I'm not really sure if I could write a truly melodramatic story anyway, I would have too much fun with it and be poking fun at all the characters. Oh dear, the idea is getting rather more tempting with each second I turn it over, a tale in the first person with a bland, boring character who no one much likes. A melodramatic tale in which I make fun of all of my characters and their dramatics.
I definitely do want to attempt to write something in first-person again. It's really much more challenging, I think now, to write in first person without loosing the identity of your character and making them blah or making them into this super human with perfection in all things. Interesting thoughts to think about.
From the Kitchen...
Crumbs lying on a white plate with blue rim. A red mug, half filled with steaming coffee. An almost empty Coffee-pot sitting on the counter. These are the items our kitchen is made of in the morning.
I'm reading...
*scuffles bashfully* Emily has leaped to yet another book, last night I went and read a copy of L. M. Montgomery's short stories, cover to cover. All her stories make me so happy. I think carry them with me for always. Whenever I'm in a rather gloomy mood I shall whip out one of her books from my purse (that's the other nice thing about quite a few copies of her books, they are all so nice and small and yet plump at the same time that they fit especially well into one's purse) and I shall read a page or two, wherever I am. Then I shall go prancing around throwing flower petals and sunshine at the world.
I'm wearing...
Storybook description time: the girl writing away at her desk hunches over so she can adjust to a better positioning in which she can smack at the keyboard with her long fingers. Her blond hair is twisted and pulled over her shoulder. She looks rather sleepy and shivers for all of her warm red sweater. It is a cold, sleepy sort of morning.
Around the house...
There is really nowhere else I would rather be at the present moment. I'm really quite content sitting here, writing away at my journaling page this morning, though later this afternoon a nap might be nice. Is that too much of a luxury for me to ask for?
I'm listening to...
Pachebel Cannon is playing in the background. Do you know, I think it is fixedly in my mind Wedding music, because when I close my eyes I can picture the bride dressed in white, walking slowly up the isle, with the rest of the wedding party walking slowly after her. I feel like going to a wedding. I love weddings. They are just such beautiful, happy things. *beams happily as she thinks about it* Someone should get married and invite me to the invite me to their wedding. *contemplates* I could write a story one a wedding. *blinks* that could be a simply marvelous idea...I must think on this.
To live the liturgy...
I would like to make it to part of the twenty hour adoration this Friday. I'm not sure if I will be able since it's Eli's tenth birthday, but if not this week I definitely will make it the next week, and I might still be able to go this week, we just need to think how to plan it all.
I'm creating...
I just finished a four page letter and drawing that I'm going to be sending off to Australia today. Good speed to you, little letter.
A few plans for the rest of the week...
This week I'm going to be very good. A good scholar. I refuse to make any other little plans that might distract me from this goal. Emily has been bad girl recently. *hangs head*
One of my favorite things...
A spring breeze in the air, a book in my hand, a warm patch of sunlight out in the grassy yard, just reading. I'm ready for spring to come, can you tell? *beams*
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