Sunday, 19 July 2015

Failed Again

I feel I've made a mistake again with this book thing.  I love characters.  All my books are about placing characters in situations and seeing how they grow and come out of them.  As such a lot of those typical things you find in books don't exist.  I will probably never be a good writer because of this, but some things just bore me to tears.  If the book is about one thing, no, I do not need anything told to me about the characters that are not starring in this book.  As a reader I will just fabricate my own backstory.  I want to know what's going on in this book.  I"m also not a big fan of show don't tell.  Sometimes i'm like so the character has a permanently broken hand.  What does the story of how this hand got broken have to do with the story I am reading.  No i don't need the childhood story about him falling out of a tree and having a branch fall on his arm.  And if you must tell me.  Do it in a paragraph.  Not a few pages of backstory.  I honestly don't care.  All this stuff does is slow me the hell down.  I want to know about the story i'm reading.  And this intense need to tell me everything about everything is just overload.  Hell i've known my mom consciously for 30 out of my 34 years of life.  And there are still shitloads of things both new and old about her 50+ years of life I don't know.  That does nothing to diminish my opinion or like of her.  I've written four poems and about four blogs about this woman.  I don't need to know everything about her to know I think she's awesome.