My bottom line is this: you are free to read between the lines of anything I write. I haven’t made good on the threat…or have I? Hmmm…a story for another day. Meaning, if you’re an asshole, I’ll create a character based on you and I won’t be kind. I don’t remember the exact words but it basically said, be careful, my book isn’t finished yet. I read something about writers a while back. But I’ll use them as both when the occasion calls for it. I’d rather my words not be used as a weapon. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t continue writing these entries. Many interpretations and assumptions being made. Two completely separate situations in my life. Hoping the ladies read it (they did by the way). Yesterday’s post? The one about how annoying and immature a group of older women can be? I wrote that missive with abandon, sharing examples of adolescent behavior, not giving a fuck if the intended audience read my post. I was feeling helpless and writing those words was an expression of my vulnerability. The first was written with restraint because I choose not to discuss the details of the situation. Regarding my last two posts, I’ve kept ‘silent’ about certain events in my life that have no connection to the ‘other words’ I published yesterday. I’ve been made to feel worthless by certain people at certain points, so of course the song was about me! Or the universal experience of loss. He did write about regret, but I interpreted his words through the lens of my own experiences. Really? I thought for sure I understood his lyrics, they seemed pretty straight forward, but I was reading between the lines. Turns out? This ‘love’ song is actually about his aunt who committed suicide. So before you go…” I felt those lyrics and am not ashamed to admit I’ve shed a few tears listening to this tune. It kills me how your mind could make you feel so worthless. “Was there something I could have said to make it all stop hurting. Lewis Capaldi wrote a song (I thought was) about a guy whose girlfriend broke up with him because he either treated her like shit or didn’t recognize the pain he’d put her through. In their mind’s eye, they see the person the character reminds them of in real life. They’re basing the character’s looks on people they know, who exhibit similar behaviors. Later, when I ask readers to describe the character to me, I’m amused by how completely different each person sees them. I purposely don’t describe their hair or eye color, height or build. In every book I write, I leave the physical characteristics of one significant character up to the reader’s imagination. In doing so they invariably read between the lines (inaccurately for the most part) and create a narrative that fits into their version of reality. When I write something a reader may identify with, I like to give them space to connect their own dots. Fight for your freedom, America! And the patriots lit the torch and kicked some ass in the name of freedom. Break free of the chains that shackle us to the mother country. But Paine was very pointed and direct in his famous pamphlet. BOOM! A powder keg moment in history! And here we are, almost two hundred and fifty years later, a country in our own right, independent of British rule. In 1776, Thomas Paine poured a significant amount of fuel onto the bonfire of discontent in the American colonies with his pamphlet, Common Sense. The written word is a powerful tool, or weapon in some cases. They interpret my words in whatever way suits them. There’s not even a thread connecting them (unless you want to count two different groups of women who need to find a hobby) and yet people see what they want to see. The last two posts I’ve written had absolutely nothing to do with one another. That’s why I write novels, so I can purge what I’ve repressed.īut back to my fascination with humans. I’ve kept a lot to myself over the years. Some might say I’ve never exhibited fear in that department, but that’s not true. If someone is being shitty, call them out on it. Don’t waste time worrying about things you can’t control. I think reaching fifty and watching my twin pass away has given me a new perspective.
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