Saturday, November 29, 2008

A Few Complaints

Well, I haven't posted in a while so I considered I owed you something. Not that anyone really reads this blog anyway. Though that's part of the reason I'm writing it, right?

One of the things I have to say about a few stories I've read in the past few years is that they're a little bit too close to life. For example, read a total fantasy book, engrossed in a different world far away from yourself. But then, right in the middle, the female main character decides to start talking to herself about her period. Now, of course I know it's a part of real life. But one of the reasons I read, I don't know about the rest of you, is to escape from all the things I hate about my life. Of course, the author is just trying to make a realistic heroine. But, can you say too much information? I have enough aggravation with my own I don't need to hear some girl in a story sob about her's, too. It must be hard to have to deal with feminine issues and be a heroine to your whole fantastical kingdom, slaying dragons and pursuing villains, but why don't we keep that a tacit agreement between the two of us, hmm? I respect the character enough for being a girl and doing the things she does despite her physical issues, but I don't need it to be shoved in my face. Aside from the fact that if you want to have as many readers as possible and are writing on a semi-neutral topic as far as the sexes go, talking about periods is definitely going to be a turn off for guys. Because, surprisingly enough, they don't have one and they really don't wanna hear about it. Just a tip.

Finally, Im so despicable, I'm still only on page twenty in my editting. So yeah, by Thanksgiving definitely didn't happen. But I'm adding more scenes to flesh out the plot a little and now have a grand total of 96 pages. Wow, I procrastinate way too much. How exactly do I expect myself to be a really cool child author if I can't even edit the stupid rough draft once through after being finished with the story for a year and a half? Now I'm just making myself depressed. I'll do it somehow.

And that's the Written Word