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Published : 2 months ago (Sat, 05 Jul 2008 20:24:31 PDT) Searched: friends http://sapphirexpyro.livejournal.com/135014.html 0 links Related posts
Quite recently, someone asked me, “Why do you write?” That was during the time when I was taking a break from writing, so then I said, “Right now, I’m not.” I’ve only just recently started to write quite a bit. Not on Rise of the Forgotten Kingdom, sadly, but I’ll get to it; I’m still brainstorming. But now that I’m back into writing, I have a better idea of why I’m a writer. Just a year or two ago, I wrote stories because I loved to write. Right before my major depression and my break, I was starting to get more of an idea of why I was writing. Now, I know I want to share my own morals and beliefs in my own way of writing. Through my writing, I’m not preaching; through my characters’ experiences, I’m sending messages. Readers who pay attention – or care enough to think about it – will spot themes that I feel are important, like friendship and love. My messages aren’t easy to find, because I try not to make it obvious that I’m trying to bring a point across to my readers. I love reading a story that makes a point (one reason why Tamora Pierce’s works are some of my favorites – girl power FTW!), but if it’s trying to force it down my throat or saying, “it can only be this way,” or totally twists something in a wrong way. Even worse, I hate reading stories without a point. One reason I’ve lost my loyalty to the Inheritance Cycle; I fail to find some kind of point in it. But of course, everyone interprets things differently. I could be saying something simple like, “life’s not fair,” and they could get something else. So how do you make it obvious without making it too obvious? That’s what I struggle with the most. ___ Dear Friend, I’m glad we’re starting to talk again. I’ve missed you. I hope we can keep talking, even once you start college. Good luck with that, by the way. Keep my phone number with you. <3 Your friend, Steph ___ Oh, and by the way, thanks mom. I love you. How do you know where you’re going, when you don’t know where you've been? You hide the shame that you're not showing, and you won't let anyone in. A crowded street can be a quiet place, when you're walking alone. And now you think that you're the only, one who doesn't…
Have to try, and you won't have to feel. If you're afraid to fight, then I guess you never will. You hide behind your walls, of maybe nevers. Forgetting that there's something more, than just knowing better. Your mistakes do not define you now, they tell you who you’re not. You've got to live this life you're given, like it's the only one you’ve got.
Memories have left you broken, and the scars have never healed. The emptiness in you is growing, but so little left to fill. You’re scared to look back on the days before; you're too tired to move on. And now you think that you're the only one who doesn’t… Have to try, and you won't have to feel. If you’re afraid to fight, Then I guess you never will. You hide behind your walls, of maybe nevers. Forgetting that there's something more, than just knowing better. Your mistakes do not define you now; they tell you who you’re not. You’ve got to live this life you’re given, Like it’s the only one you've got. What would it take, to get you to say that I’ll try? And what would you say if, this was the last day of your life? You hide behind your walls, of maybe nevers. Forgetting that there's something more, than just knowing better. Your mistakes do not define you now, they tell you who you're not. You've got to live this life you're given, like it's the only one you've got. You hide behind your walls, of maybe nevers. Forgetting that there's something more, than just knowing better. Your mistakes do not define you now, they tell you who you're not. You've got to live this life you're given, like it's the only one you've got.
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