Writing has never been especially difficult for me, it came as naturally as my art had, and I have grown in both fields tremendously. Except for genre, uplifting and joyful scenarios were never that easy for me to describe in words, so I would get frustrated and try to let color explain it.
Not to long ago, we had a writing contest in our school, and I entered "Crestfallen". I didn't win, and I honestly wasn't surprised. The theme I chose was surprisingly mature and explicit, even after I edited it to make it appropriate. Although, many peers of mine read and approved, including a student teacher, who did make a comment that I couldn't quite work through.
He had said in fact that he was quite shocked that at my age, I described such a mature and intricate feeling. I hadn't understood what he meant by ' intricate ' , in my opinion " Crestfallen " is a simple story depicting someones pain over heartbreak, and moving forward, even if that meant they would feel like their heart was being shredded by knives.
It's hard explaining to people that I can't write a happy story. I have tried many times, but I couldn't apply myself to the situation, I couldn't write the characters joy because happy emotions are more difficult to describe, personally.
Think of it like this, happiness comes in different forms. Like maybe scented candles make one person happy, and floating down a river lazily makes someone else feel joy. But pain is a common ground. Death, everyone has and will experience a death in their lifetime, and its absolutely traumatizing when it does. You fall into a depression, telling yourself it didn't actually happen and that their heart is still beating, but you know no amount of convincing will bring them back, and it kills you.
Heartbreak, its hard to describe. Telling yourself you don't care when in fact it's all you care about. Love is such a pestering emotion in the first place, so when suddenly you feel as if everything doesn't matter anymore except for the dead feeling in your heart, you start to question yourself as to where you went wrong. It hurts, it hurts so goddamn much and so many people know it does.
Relativity is key in my writing. The easier I can relate to who i'm writing about, the more I can pull from my own experiences and weave that into my work. Maybe that's why people are even reading my stories, because they can see themselves in the character.
I don't know what to expect from life, I just moved from the town iv'e lived in since I was born, I lost nearly all of my friends, and my future is just a fuzz that I don't even want to think about. So what do I do about it? I just write, and you all listen to what I have to say.
Thank you.
