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RE: MS. SWEETHEART a short story by ThePrintupList- #constrainedwriting entry contest 12
Your critique is really beyond awesome to hear. Funny I pick either one of my paintings or photographs and just let the flood gates free. So the photo is really important to how I curate my thoughts. I like pauses and play on hard and soft emotional ties. Your writings are pretty fluid as well. You capture imagery and mood in bold ways.
No problem, could you elaborate a lil on how the photo and curating your thoughts? Curious.
Thanks for the kind words, funny though I always thought imagery was my glaring gap, always annoyed me because my brother is fucking unbelievable at it (wish his stubborn ass would get on here)
I guess since I consider myself a visual artist first before a writer that my words are just the narrative to the scene that the photo or painting is a part of. I take an image that I can put myself into and just write the story ( poem) that fills in the blanks. I try to envision where, what, when, and why the image exists and just go. Many of my writings happen in one take. My absolute weakness are commas and wtf to put those things. I have taken my weakness in writings and basically use it in a theatrical way. I some times think/ feel that I'm writing a monologue for a character rather than a poem or story.
What is your main focus of study? Are you a writer by trade? Just curious :)
This is so interesting, from what you describe it's like our perception and thought processes are north and south. I'm am decidedly not a visual person (currently in my bedroom, I with all honestly could not tell you what color my kitchen walls are), and when I write I don't know what it'll be until my fingers start tapping the keys, and then something comes out. Often I have no idea I hold certain views or beliefs until they come up in conversation, then from some recess of my mind will pour out a confident, resolute opinion on something I never bothered to address cognitively.
I grew up extremely isolated, essentially raised by the internet. Because all my communication and most of my observation of other's was via text not voice I guess I just instinctively picked up on shit. I read punctuation like body language, a period or lack thereof can completely change what is communicated. Ironically enough, I find this difficult to articulate lol
I'm not studying anything, I did a year of uni but I hated it. I was a carpenter for a bit, then a paramedic the past 4 years, and as of a couple months ago I am simply a guy who plays internet money games.
Aside from little dumb stories I would write to entertain people, mostly girlfriends, I actually haven't wrote anything substantial or of note since uni, 9 years ago lol. Until I got on Steem that is, it stroked my ego so I keep tapping those keys so I keep getting those strokes yo
E:oops i wrote a novella again
North and South...hmmm.. why not East and West?
I think anyone who writes fiction or non-fiction writes from a visual point. You are in fact an artist of re creating a space but with words. So you are basically like a painter and your brush is the text on which ever source you choose.
Although you seem to be jack of many trades you somehow are a master of words.
And for Uni ( which I am guessing stands for University- which is the strangest way I have ever heard it abbreviated before) what were you studying?
Yeah I meant university, and my major was getting fucked on xanax and liquor with a minor in english lol
My lit courses were incredibly deflating, and in my opinion academia's (one would think glaringly obvious but i guess not) paradox of grading study of the arts, something universally acknowledged as subjective by an objective metric as actively harmful to the creative drive. Also my professor called Paradise Lost boring roipfhjheriuognjr0eih3b8u9gbr not gonna get started on that lol
Yikes, well damn that sounds like a professor that was on too much xanax himself. Wonder what his take was on Dante's Inferno...yikes. If it'll make you feel that the system is failed any better I failed Poetry1 class and Drawing because during a critique I called a girls work masturbation. Don't all writers and artist just create for a matter of pleasure for themselves? Her work was really just for the sake of her own self pleasuring, I mean I wasn't at all pleasured by her work so yeah... In result I was kicked out of the course literally moments after saying that. Oh well.