Posted by: branwynne77 on: July 13, 2008
If you were wondering what I was doing for the past few days….this was it. I heart WoW.
I knew what I wanted to be when I hit the old age of nine. Yep. A writer. How did you guess?I never really finished a story. Well, ok, I finished two of them. The stories I wrote just kept running on and on–diarrhea of the imagination. I guess you could compare a story of mine like a knitter’s first scarf; I don’t know where to stop. So I put the story and characters aside. Some, I just ran out of steam on, like the characters went “dead” in my head.
Some stories take me to a dark place where it’s, quite frankly, scary as all hell. Others, well, they are as Homer would say: sacrilious. I tend to poke and prod at the established religions to provoke thought–and there are quite a bit of thoughts that would offend others.
Well, that’s what art is about. Art is edgy, unsafe, thought-provoking. Art, even the written kind, is supposed to get a reaction. The art best remembered is controversial.
I keep holding myself back. Maybe I’m afraid to let other people know I push the boundaries. Hmm. I wonder why. Who knows? Maybe it all ties into my fear of failure.
What say you?
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