For every completed short story, poem, opinion piece, article or novel there are a handful more that remain incomplete, and a dozen or so that will never make it to the hallowed page, digital or otherwise.
Maybe if I wrote around the plot that took a smoke break I could start writing again, and hopefully finish writing as well. Sometimes, one should admit, you can’t get your way. Other times, I figure it’s best if I just don’t bother.
In most, if not all, of the short stories that I think up someone dies or must deal with certain death of sorts. The reason is because… Rha! Sies! So much redundancy irks me.
I prefer writing in this manner as it gives me an opportunity to imagine what I consider to be an extreme situation for any person to contend with. Not that one can win when facing certain death.
The issue, for me, in doing this is the resulting outlook I have in the end.
My stories aren’t happy ones. I don’t see why they should be. There are more than enough happy pictures and fairytale endings being spun by writers in this day and age. Why then, should another writer choose to leave candy floss next to a carcass, when a blunt object will work just fine?
Death by candy floss, when I think about it, does not sound as dramatic as death by chicken bone. And the challenge to create a reasonable plot that leads to chicken bone induced homicide is far more interesting than that found in the glitter of candy floss.
Writers everywhere must strive to draw more and write less.
Words, by themselves, are merely empty vessels but, stuffed with vivid imagery that begs to be touched, words can be pictures.
So, grab your writing tools and start drawing.
Namaste
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