So, it's a new semester. I didn't blog at all last semester. There is now no record of it. It's like it never happened.
But it did happen. It was a good semester. I took my first upper level English class (Intro to Creative Writing). Fun fun. Did you know there's a genre called Creative Non-Fiction? You write personal essays or wacky rants about things. It's fun, but you have to be very careful because if you say the slightest misleading thing, you're lying. You can lie in fiction, but you can't lie in non-fiction. Very tricky.
There are all these rules to learn, about dialogue and characterization, how to set the scene and give telling details without overloading your reader. It's overwhelming. That's the neat thing about this blog. I just throw it down and toss it out into this vast void of the internet and no one sticks a grade on it. No one comes along and tells me how much my words are worth. I like that.
See, right now, if a classroom of writing students were analyzing this post, they would say that I have established a conversational tone by addressing my reader. They would probably also talk about how there was a lack of narrative plot, no dialogue, no characterization. Nothing to tell you who I am or what I want.
Because every character has to want something. There has to be desire, and conflict. One character wants something, the other character isn't giving it to them. At least not at first. If you're following the traditional narrative arc, they'll get it at the end of the story and everyone will be happy. If you're postmodern, anything can happen.
I'm not quite postmodern.
So...what do I want?
