A Story.

When I begin a story, I never start with a full idea. My writing instructor says that's the way you are suppose to write, specifically in the unconscious state, and that I do a fine job. As much as I try, I am rarely satisfied. She also says to write in the 'wounds'; very good advice if you ask me. Speaking OR writing, everyone gets fired-up and passionate about something that has hit home with them–at times, a wound. I've found that the author, is always one character in their stories. Never the main, but always there, watching the scenes go down.

My last story, I was VERY satisfied with, received a good grade, but was also hit with much discouragement on my style. Everyone's a critic.

I actually began this blog to let out all the things I normally don't write about. Or, in tonight's case, to let out the things that I cannot tell Sari because she is asleep (or simply not listening).

I always base a story off of something that I have seen; not the exact place and no specific details, but they are always very similar when I am describing them and seeing them in my head. I imagine it like the architecture they describe in the movie Inception–if I am to write too much from memory, as in exact places, then my characters will shoot back at me; my readers will begin to develop their own story with their own memories; and I will begin writing non-fiction instead of something good.

Since she doesn't read my blog, I feel it is okay to state that my current story is based inside my sister's house in Bend, OR. The first floor has the same set up as in hers, with a main living room that opens up to the kitchen. The stairwell is also placed in the same place, but because the story is set farther back in time, the stairwell is old, and spiral, and not just carpet. I wonder if she minds...

Also, since nobody reads my blog (I think, maybe Sarah... and Debbie), my last story was about the boy I am completely in love with. And in the story, which I actually posted some of below, the couple run away together to a small town that they have never been, and start new lives. Needless to say, that will never happen in my own life.

But that's why they call it fiction. And that's why I love writing it. The entire universe is at the tip of my pen.