I’ve mentioned how writing gives voice to my internal emotions, feelings, thoughts, and screams…well, not sure I mentioned screams, but it’s there, too. Life and its events also find their outlet in writing.
For a writer, this writer, fingers pounding the keyboards is my release. Whatever has happened in whatever aspect of my life, at some point, it will be weaved into my writing. Maybe not, most likely not, the same exact happening, but the emotions. This writer stores the emotions, actions, words, situations in memory cells to be dipped into.
The best part of any reading is when you lose yourself in that fictional world…same could be said for non-fiction, but I’m talking fictional today. How do you lose yourself? It’s because the world, any genre, is real to you. Some aspect of that world strikes a cord within in, pulls you in, because it feels real.
Writers are not magicians. We’re not all-seeing, all-knowing, masters of the human being. We’re observers. We’re note takers. We do study and store away human behaviour in order to use it when we finally write the lives our characters are screaming in our heads. To make a made up character alive, we need to know what makes a live person, alive. Desires, needs, anger, rage, love, hatred, passion, greed, selfishness, self-giving, shy, outgoing, everything.
Just as we would need to know what poison will kill without leaving a trace. Or, what a rifle sounds like. Does it snow in Hawaii? Is it possible for bird poop to fuel a spaceship?
We research as needed. Life is our greatest tool. Not that I’ve ever poisoned anyone, or fired a rifle. Pretty sure it doesn’t snow in Hawaii…at least I don’t think it does on a normal basis. Bird poop for fuel? Hey, who knows, maybe…one day. Writing isn’t easy, we just make it seem that way.
Thanks again for dropping by. Feel free to ask me anything, I’m not a master of knowledge on writing, but what I’ve learned, absorbed, and experienced is there to share.