After what seems like months with nothing but dry ideas and lack of motivation, some promising inspiration suddenly hit me last night. I was up for what was probably way too long trying to plant specific story points that came to mind, hoping that by morning I wouldn’t forget all this creative gold (it had been a long time coming, ok?! 😊) and lucky for me, I woke with a head full of characters and plot lines, scenery and tone, not to mention lovely optimism towards finally wanting to write.
I do realize I am getting way ahead of myself, that this is all just still free writing and we all know that what may or (usually) may not come of that. But my main issue lately, the bane of my writing existence is deciding between writing in first or third person!
I’ve played around a bit with both ways, and while it seemed I could probably go either way, atleast in the short beginning drafts I was toying with, but I worry.
If I go for first person, am I going to be able to throughly build a good story from only one perspective? But if I choose third person, will I get too bogged down with description and struggle creating necessary dialogue?
Please tell me you’ve been there, too. I guess this is why they say the hardest part of writing is actually starting to write. 😊
Any day is the right day for some HST! As obsessed as I’ve been with his work for years, I still read his words in his Gonzo style with great wonder; not before or since has a writer been able to capture a feeling, a memory, or a moment so vividly for his many avid readers.
I wonder what my son will think when I tell him I read Fear and Loathing for the fourth time out loud to him while he was still in my belly 🙂
The musical genre of Rap/HipHop has always been a big part of my life. It’s the one style I’ve never NOT listened to; I have many fond memories of my small 13 year old self blasting Jay-Z and Nelly in my room after school, knowing every single word, regardless of my white skin or my house in the suburbs. The words of so many MCs have had such great impact on me, so I loved seeing these fantastic words from the mind of the legendary Biggie Smalls spoken in the ‘language of love’.
May your awesome lyrical gifts continue to inspire so many for decades more to come, Big Poppa…