A Lack of Perspicacity
When I write, the usual result is:
If I'm lazy:
This happened loquaciously.
If I'm lucky:
This happened verbaciously.
But if I want depth?
This happened, but it indicates a lot of other things may or may not have happened too.
The example alone is too direct to even serve its purpose.
Spurs of inspiration may result in:
Why did this happen?
All these things indicate this happened.
But rarely do I consciously, successfully write beyond the basic relation of the core event:
Even when I dress it up in clever adjectives and adverbs.
My grasp of language is limited by how my own thoughts perceive the world and organize it into words, in a face-value default.
Yet under the surface, I know:
This happening affects people in different ways.
Love makes crazy things happen.
Time doesn't always happen in order.
Not all happens as it seems.
And those are the spaces in the bars of my creative prison. I can see them, can even reach toward them. But I'm stuck.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (2 so far!)
That's what challenges are for! Stretch, grow, try, reach, and get out of your comfort zone. Hone your skills.
- #2464 Posted 4 years ago
Challenges are like a screeching file upon the bars. I hate how my stories sound when I enter them, but it slowly eats away the confines of my cell.
- #2467 Posted 4 years ago
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