I'm A Writer? (standard:humor, 1572 words)
Author: Lori	Added: May 03 2007	Views/Reads: 3026/2068	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This is a funny little ditty about one person's view on being a writer, what she goes through to get the story told.

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this will sound like I'm from the loony bin. But the characters in my 
head literally fight with each other. They'll argue until I write their 
story. Others think they're important enough for me to continue their 
story until they're  killed off. It's the only way to stop hollering in 
my head. It's hard to have so many conversations in my head at once. I 
have to take the time to understand where it's all coming from to be a 
better writer. If I don't then no one will understand anything I write. 
I have to scream back at them and tell them to speak one at a time. I 
start with a story that's closest to my heart and go from there. 
Usually, this works but not all the time. Does this make me sound 
insane? Maybe I am in a way. After all, I'm a writer. I'm kidding, and 
no e-mails please. 

Number six are subject matters. Not everyone is going to read what I
write. I've done some dark stories in the past and will do them in the 
future. I write about an unpleasant subject to humanize them, make them 
more assessable. By my willingness to write along these topics, I'm 
telling people I may not condone what they do/are but I won't ridicule 
them for doing/being it. We can't always understand the things/ways 
people do/are, but we can control what we say about them. If you say 
negative things about people, they can become offended and may want to 
retaliate. If you say something positive that person may appreciate it. 
Next time you see someone who isn't what you think they could/should 
be/act, instead of acting like you're in grade school and make fun or 
him/her, take the time to applaud them for having the courage to choose 
their own walk in this life. You never can tell what your words will 
mean to someone. You could be the guiding light they've been looking 
for. 

The last, and maybe the biggest, hurdle to cross is my form of writing.
Actually not the form, it's how I write. I got an e-mail once from 
someone once who wanted to know where I came from. (I wanted to say my 
mother's stomach.) When I told them I live in one of the southern 
states of the U.S., they told me it comes across in my articles. For 
instance, “I'm kidding,” most people say “I'm joking,” or something to 
that effect. In the south we have a different way of saying things, 
like “y'all” for you all or won't for will not. We also have funny 
little things we say. For example my mother loves the saying “A hog 
found an acorn.” It means someone finally gets something she says, or 
she's done something right for a change. I think, and sound, different 
then my brethren/ sisters from other parts of the world. I don't want 
to be put in a category for the way I speak, or write. To me, this is a 
form of discrimination. If my accent comes across in my writing, I view 
it as a good thing. I'm a true red, white, and blue type of person, 
more blue then red (wink, a politically joke). I'm, most of the time, 
proud to say I live in the United States of America. But, it's 
sometimes hard to get my point across when people don't get my accent, 
or the way I string words together. I think some of them don't care to 
understand, to them I say to each his/her own. 

This is what goes through my head every time I sit down to write. For a
job I thought would be easy, it's turning out to be confusing and 
enjoyable. I may not be a writer, but at least I may the effort to try. 
I write from my heart about things that touch me whether they're good 
things or bad. I wouldn't change that even if I could. If you're not 
willing to put your heart on the line, then why continue to live in the 
world we live in today. I'm not out to change the world anymore. I'm 
only out to change the way I see it and to love it the way I think it 
deserves to be loved. 

© January 11, 2007 


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