Battling The Eraser

It is the pencil that puts words on a page.  However, a small part of the pencil, the eraser, hides those words from intrigued eyes.  In my quest to write, I have succeeded in devising a story--two now, actually--that I am proud of.  I have all the words in my head.  Though some of those words have safely reached the page, others have been stopped by my own personal eraser.  This is not the pink menace that threatens to rid the world of all printed language.  No, my enemy is much worse; laziness.  The very act of not acting delays my motivation and my accomplishment.  I fear that, as time passes, I will no longer be able to finish my work, whether I lose interest or forget where I wanted the story to be taken.  It is an inner battle of wits between me and my eraser, to see who will perish first: me, the eraser, shaven completely and scattered across New England, or me, the pencil, too short to hold and create the words that I desperately wish to reveal to the public.  My determination is strong, but my longing for academic success and social interaction distorts my drive for completion.

The victor is yet to be seen.

Inspiration VS Infringement [EXPLICIT]

Let me be clear: My intent is never to take an idea from someone. I research every one of my ideas to see if they have been done before. I take extra care to make sure that I'm as original as possible. But let's face it. There are aspects of certain stories that I like. Not necessarily a specific idea, but more of a general concept or style. Of course, this argument won't help me in a court battle. And that's the thing about being original: either it's been done or it's copyright infringement. All the aspiring writers out there just want to make a living doing what they love, and then some greedy SOB (son of a billionaire) wants more dough. So, rather than publish the writer's works, they sue his ass for all it's worth. And trust me, a writer's ass is worth a lot. We sit on it for so damn long typing away at our keyboards. So, the writer is so poor that he or she would do anything for money, even get a job putting fringes on scarves. And I know for a fact that I am even less willing to infringe a scarf. So please, to all you publishing companies, TV stations, production companies, and, hell, scarf makers out there: how about instead of falsely accusing us of stealing your ideas, you either let us live our lives, strike a deal to publish our work, or af least appreciate that you've inspired us to express our creativity in 350-or-so pages.

Bookception

You can never have too many Inception references. Now, for those of you who have been reading from the start (which is basically the two people that will read this), I have finally decided what the central theme of my blog should be on: writing. Yes, I'm writing about writing, whether it be my writing, someone else's writing, or just writing in general. And I'll occasionally throw in a random story about something that's frustrating me (which could also fall under the category of "the way the world works") or about life in general. Except being a college guy, it won't be that general because I'll probabaly just end up writing about a girl. You'll see.

On the subject of bookception, keep in mind that I'm also writing about a writer who writes about a writer. Really interesting stuff.

The Jungle Book Is Now A Jungle Of Books

I am taking a creative writing class at school, and what I didn't realize is that there are so many people my age who at least like to write. Not only that, but I also learned that almost everyone (in my class, anyway) is majoring in something other than English. I'm hoping we all write best sellers so I have plenty of friends in the industry and less hostile competition. (Does that even exist in an author's world?) I also hope that in the jungle of books out there, people will see mine as the giant tree to rondesvous (did I spell that right? dang French) at.