Content Evolution

When I was in seventh grade, I wrote a heart-wrenching story about a little girl who’d died very young, and her love of the world around her. When I was in ninth grade, I received honorable mention for a story I wrote that discussed the problem with stereotyping. After that, I had an amazing teacher (he knows who he is) that encouraged not only my prose, but my poetry as well, and I branched out into all sorts of story genres, from romance to sci fi to modernist poetry. 

Nowadays, I find myself finding it easy to write things like this, but struggling a bit with writing prose and poetry. An intense conversation with some girlfriends last week sort of broke the barrier between myself and my prose, but let me tell you, vacationing at your parents’ house when you have my parents and you’re neurotic as I am isn’t exactly conducive to writing. 

On the up side, this down time has really given me an opportunity to think about what I’m doing. One thing that may occur soon is the beginning of a vlog to compliment this blog, so that it is more accessible to persons with visual impairments, and maybe to give me a confidence boost (and also why not? I talk to myself all the time; may as well entertain others while doing so). As well, I’ve gotten a lot of new story plots in mind. I still am looking forward to writing my high fantasy detective series, but that is on sort of hold until I can find an illustrator to work with. 

I find myself recently writing about a lot of social activism stuff, and utopia/dystopia scenarios. This isn’t a bad thing, but for some reason I’m finding it very… strange to write about such things. I’ve never been comfortable reading or watching dystopian future type things. Heck, I haven’t even watched The Hunger Games because the first half of the movie made me extremely uncomfortable and my husband had to turn it off, and The Handmaid’s Tale is a brilliant book, but I had to pace myself. And yet here I am writing it

It’s too cliche to talk about how life imitates art and all that, but I do enjoy observing how my life has changed, and with it my stories. Right now, I think, I’ve changed so much between when I stopped writing and when I began again that I need some time for my words to catch up. The words are there – they’re always there – but they just need a little more time before they’re ready.

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