Sean's Journal
Write Me

Gee...thanks (I think).

I shouldn't complain about people complaining about my writing. I know it isn't at a level I wish it were. I struggle to write in active voice when it should come naturally. I have difficulty writing in specifics. My characters always eat cereal, never Fruity Pebbles. I know specifics bring life to writing. Just one of the many writing flaws I have.

So I don't want to be an ass, because I do want feedback. I, like any human, seek some form of acceptance, and feedback is that acceptance. Like a street musician playing on a busy street, the only time it feels like someone in hearing the music is when they drop change in the basket, the only time I feel like I'm not writing in a vacuum is when I get feedback. As I said, I don't want to be an asshole, but this is my journal. In my journal and in posts I make to discussion boards, I feel I can write like I think. I think in elipses and paranthetical thoughts. Here is how I define when I use elipses. Elipses are to represent the unspoken word. I use them to represent gaps in thoughts, when one statement isn't going to flow comfortably into the next. For paranthesis, I use them to indicate a meta conversation. When reading my writing imagine a different voice, my inner voice, the demon or angel on my shoulder, saying the words in the paranthesis.

My writing may lacks emotion. I could offer many reasons for this, but I won't. Anyone who knows me well can easily verify that my writing is fairly reflective of my personality. My emotions are buried pretty deep. I like to think of myself as a stoic. The only time I allow them to have full reign in a public forum is when I'm drunk or feeling giddy. The chance to offend someone is too great and like any good stoic, I tend to avoid the dramas of life as such dramas cloud the mind. It takes a lot for me to dislike someone and it takes a lot for me to become someone's friend. Once I make the decision to be someone's friend it is a binding contract, through thick or thin. I may not be the best friend ever, but I am constant. Your can abuse me, ignore me, threaten me, shoot-stab-posion-and throw me in the river, but I stand by my decision. Call it the 'foolish consistency' of a 'little mind' I guess. To recant the friendship is like saying I made a severe misjudgment in deciding to be a friend.

The person who wrote the critique to me is not a friend. This may have been a bizarre attempt to become a friend, but it didn't work. I am now on the defense and no doubt will be prickly all day. In a way, I'm tired of walking on eggshells around everyone else while I get barbs thrown at me. I won't change...just a bit weary of it.