Yeah I Said That

I picked up a new book at Costco the other day. It is written by James Frey and called
Bright Shiny Morning. Of course is was one of those versions I love with interesting tidbits about not just the story but the author at the back of the book.

Beyond reminding me what a fucking raving bitch Oprah is, it made me think about why it is I write. he said when he does he thinks the following things (forgive me for paraphrasing a bit)L

1) Where is [the character]

2) What is he/she doing

3) How is the character feeling

Sounds pretty basic right? I kinda thought so at first too but when I really began to ponder it, that is what good writing is all about. Literally, all what it’s about.

This in turn got me to thinking why I write and I have come to a conclusion, a startling and maybe depressing conclusion but one none the less. I write to feel something. I want to feel. I want to feel love, joy, pain, happiness, fear, death, sex and everything inbetween. I want to feel and in my everyday life I don’t.

I just don’t.