A writer is anyone who creates a written work, though the word usually designates those who write creatively or professionally, as well as those who have written in many different forms.
Any dictionary would give you this or some varying definition, but I ask you this “Who or what is a Writer?”
In my sense of perception, a Writer is not only an artist of words, but a creator of worlds. A God among men. He/She releases ideas from their subconscious and brings you to a new place. They make you believe you have just entered Narnia, or fell into Wonderland. Mere men cannot bring your mind to places like these. It takes imagination, creativity, skill, and wit to force you into feeling anger, sadness, happiness, and love. The tears you shed for your recently deceased hero not only feel real, but are real.
Shakespeare shows us love in such a form that death is the only way Romeo and Juliet can truly be together. Quentin Tarantino gives us True Romance, filled with danger and pain, but in the end, it only brings our protagonists closer together. Two entirely different forms of writing, yet both express the same idea. Love. This is why Writer’s are more than “Creator’s of written work”.
The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. ~Anaïs Nin
This quote is true in many ways. Writers not only exist to show us a new universe, but also to give us a piece of themselves, and ourselves. Henry Miller said the best way to get over a woman is to turn her into literature. Obviously, he used all his anger/sadness/guilt of these lost loves to write many novels. In these novels, he shows us how he truly felt for these women, and gives us example of why we should not be like him.Through his example, we alter ourselves. We mold our personalities into the perfect persona’s. He doesn’t blatantly give us these deeper meanings, he makes us find them through his word choice.
The Dexter novel’s and tv series are another great example of what Writer’s use their talents for. Dexter is a killer. Simple. The world sees killers as monsters, demons, yet every Sunday you watch one in depth and enjoy it. Why bring this up you ask?….Because Dexter is one of us, a Human. He does what many people wish they could do. He has a normal job, a family, and a long list of morals….but rids the earth of the filth on necessity. With writing, you root for him to live forever, no matter how many people he murders. Writer’s forge what you think is wrong in reality, into something you adore in fiction. They cause you to believe Ex-President Bush is a bad man, that Avatar is the greatest film ever imagined, and that the bible was written through inspiration from a higher being(Not that I’m saying any of this is possibly false).
That is a Writer. Someone who makes you feel, react, think, change, believe, deny, exist, create, endure, but most of all…….Follow in their example. They inspire you whether in the form of a play, novel, script, newspaper, painting, chord book, or speech.
Everything is writing. Only true Writers see the world like that. Anyone one has the will to awaken themselves to this thought.
I have……..Will you do the same?
Not too long ago I promised myself I would avoid writing something like this, but it seems like something right to do.
It seems almost like destiny that we were all meant to meet. Who knew we would all grow to be such great friends, in so little time. Both a gift and curse because now we prepare to leave each other with tears in our eyes. This is only for the better though, and for that we must be happy.
I can see it already. 10 years from now, we’re all in some Japanese restaurant. All of us have become successful in our desired career, have families that love us, and have no financial issues. But that’s not the important part. We’re all happy. Happy to still be great friends. Happy to be around each other. Even if by some miraculous, crazy random happenstance we were to spontaneously combust, we would still be joyful of spending our last moments together. One big happy family.
That’s what we are. A Family. And family’s don’t say goodbye. They say hello. Even if we don’t communicate for another millennium, its what we must always say. This is because we know that even in the far reaches of space, we will always be together.
I would suffer the pain of the past year over again but tenfold, just because it led me to all of you. That’s how much you all mean to me. I hope the feeling is mutual. Actually, no. I know the feeling is mutual, because you have shown me so.
I think of all our times together, and it always ends with tears of happiness. And this is the truth. Scout’s Honor. The failed attempts at a bbq, followed by the successful ones. The small adventures in St. Marks. The emasculating karaoke. The intense sports activities. The random conversations. The Movies Theater hangouts. The conquering of roller-coasters(Physical and emotional). The music. The overall Love. *Tears*
I apologize to those of you who believe i was a little distant this summer. Its been pretty rough, but know that it is only because of you that i have survived.(As i know has been the case for others as well.)
To one specific person i made my feelings known this summer. Its something I felt necessary. I’d like to apologize for the distance I may have kept from you as well. It seemed only right, being as we had so little time left. I still have these feeling, but its something i must endure for the greater good of our lives. And I’m alright with that. Just seeing your happiness is good enough for me. Whether the feeling is mutual or not.
To everyone else, I love you too. Simple. I can sit here and write a book on this love for you, but I think you already know every single thing that will be written on those pages. Love. Love. Love.
Some family gave me parting words of advice this weekend. The most inspiring, was that of my grandfather. As he laid in his bed he told me,”I want to see you successful before i go”.
Before I thought of answering with a stupid “Where are you going?”, it hit me. A storm of “What ifs”. What if while I’m gone, he passes? What if I’ll never see him again? What if I’m leaving to soon? What if I’m abandoning my family?
These thoughts made me cry. Something I haven’t done in years. My father reassured me that its something I must do…..and its not the last time i will see him.
Not too long ago, I found out my parents were getting a divorce. Even more recently, I found out that it was all because of a plan to get my parents to separate. To make a long story short. People felt my parents were to good together, and wanted to sabotage that. Apparently it worked. My parents are still friends, but know they can no longer remain together. Its also been made aware to me that people want to prove that my brother and I are useless, therefore adding on to the problems of my parents.
Well you know what I think? Good.Fucking.Luck. Just to spite the assholes who destroyed my family, I’m gonna succeed. I’m gonna change the world only because you believe I have no shot in life. Matter of fact. I already have, with a little help from my friends.
That’s my story. It may have been randomly thrown in here, but it felt necessary to give you some character background.
Now,……..Back to this whole farewell business. The next time I hear final goodbyes, I will be very upset. You may say goodbye, but I say Hello. Hello to all the new experiences you have brought and WILL continue to bring me. Hello to a new chapter of our lives. Hello. Hello. Hello.
I Love you all and wish you the best. I will always remember and cherish our moments together. I hope you will do the same.
See you later, and have a nice vacation. ;)
I love being up past 3 am and not feeling tired. It’s a great time to write and it lets my subconscious release true thoughts into my writings.
You know what’s bullshit? The fact that some of the most beautiful girls believe they aren’t because some asshole or long line of assholes haven’t told them that they are beautiful or treated them like they aren’t.
one of my favorite episodes. powerful stuff
Ridiculously true.
Wow this is scary considering I blogged a straight text version of this moments after I saw the episode. Too much truth to these words…
“Don’t ever think that you’re not good enough for someone, because you are. You honestly, truly are. If they don’t see that, then they’re not worth your time. You’re beautiful and no one has the right to ignore that fact. Some day you’ll find a person who sees that and will accept and praise everything that you are. And if no one does, then fuck them. Fuck them all because I know the greatness that you are in every single way and that should be more than enough to make anyone happy. Any asshole who makes you walk home alone in the rain late at night doesn’t deserve to have you in his arms ever again. You deserve someone much better. I just hope you’ll one day realize your potential and ignore the assholes trying to bring you down because there are men out there waiting to care for you solely based off of your inner beauty. Guys like me, and not the one you’re I’m bed with right now.”
One day I’ll write this for a character and remember how close to home his emotions were in relation to my past self.
I don’t really like certain secrecies. For example, if you care about someone very much, I feel like you should instantly tell them how you feel because it’s honest and people should really respect that. The fact that you’re willing to let them know should be a sign of courage worthy of appreciation. If you don’t have the courage to tell someone how you feel, then why care for them at all? That’s why I would prefer if people told me true things openly, no matter whether it be positive or negative. Truth just leaves more time for acceptance. And this is one very interesting truth I believe in.
A rocket ship lands on a distant alien planet. For convenience
sake, let’s say it’s a fifties-style rocket – kind of
a Buck Rogers rocket with racing stripes and fins. The
rocket lands and the captain sends out a landing party.
Among the members of the party are a father – a middle
aged rocket engineer named Frank—and Frank’s strapping
twenty-year-old son, Bob.
The landing party is not far from the ship when they
are attacked by an alien monster that looks suspiciously
like a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Frank is killed. In fact, everyone
in the landing party is killed except for Frank’s son,
Bob, who hides in a convenient cave. The monster then
turns on the ship, ready to attack.
For the sake of the rest of the crew, the captain must
order the ship to take off, abandoning Bob. The bridge
crew looks at the captain and the captain says, “I can’t
leave Bob behind. He’s my son.”
Who is the captain?
Pat Murphy, a renowned female Science Fiction writer, once said this in a speech at WisCon. There’s more to this speech aside from this story and it gives a very large outlook on our perception.
It’s scary how much this makes you think about gender roles and assumptions in our modern society. We don’t expect the captain to be female because we see what we expect to see, and distort other evidence to fit our expectations. Its one of the major problems of today and it needs to be fix. It’s not the job of solely women to aid in altering these perceptions, it the whole of our people. Change lies in everyone’s hands.
P.S. Everyone should check out Pat Murphy’s speech titled “Illusion And Expectation” from WisCon 15 March 2 1991. It’s one of the most alluring things I’ve read recently and it forces you to think about how you perceive gender in this society. So check it out.
To cat or not to cat? That is the question.
I really want a cat. I know I can care for him while I’m at home but I also want to bring him to school with me next semester. I’ll have an on campus apartment and my own room so I’ll have enough space to house him, but the school won’t allow it.
Should I really sneak in a pet and how easy would it be to get away with that?
My suitemates don’t mind at all. They actually like the idea but I don’t want to put anyone at risk.
What would happen if I got caught?
I honesty really want to do this. Why does this school’s system hate me?
Fuck it, I just might do it anyway. I think I deserve it. I know I can fight it if anything ever happened. I’ve never had a pet like this before. Nothing can take this from me…
“I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you’re always “wrong”, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when “you’re” around, and the fact that you “do” call. But mostly I hate the way I “do” hate you, even close… a little bit… at all. ”
I love changing movie quotes to fit my needs. Every word in quotation marks is changed. I fucking hate you’re optimism and one tracked mind towards whatever the he’ll we are. It makes me sick. I want you out of my life but you’re always fucking there. I hope that scumbag makes you happy cause i really don’t give a single fuck anymore. Enjoy the spousal abuse in a few years, I hope it was worth it. This is the sound of me no longer giving a single flying fuck. And trust me, that nonexistent fuck is a Pegasus.
