Writing I began writing with questionable material; I primarily wrote about the girls I've been close with and the cars that I've driven (girls and cars I've driven =P ). It goes to show for my testosterone, but I later began writing short stories: "Abortion" – I faced a man I'd known from an Opie & Anthony bulletin board in a battle of words. We'd done this once before with the topic of "Mother." I found myself writing enough on my webpage and wanted another chance to achieve triumph. A third-party chose the scandalous morsel, abortion, and we then took the topic anywhere we'd like. Maybe I had a little fun with it as a sort of anger management exercise. But the story left me wondering, what else am I capable of? "Beauty" – I was surprised how easily the textual eloquence flowed from my fingers, and I had an idea: my MANLY brother becomes "semi-queer" and "partly-faggot" while shopping for clothes. I've always been one to pick on him and he'd just showed some mademoiselle flavor in shaving his head. My fashion knowledge cried out—being a prêt a porter man myself—so the stage was set for glitz and glamour. "Elegance" – I had just come out with the Beauty piece, and I—like a queen—got a kick out of the girly content. And I needed more details in my writing; less event-driven material. With feminine hygiene I got myself knee deep in fashion, and I perhaps may continue this story with following chapters. I'll write about steroids and negro hangings soon. ;-) "The C Word" – I started writing this months ago, then I trashed it, and then I rebirthed it through the calling from a Creative Writing class. It was based on nonfiction, surprise to you, and is now abandoned with other projects in progress. It's a slap in the face to a certain friend. I'm sorry. I'm starting with short stories and awaiting where this will take me. I will write a full novel in years to come! and perhaps I shall, too, publish a book of new short stories—you must pay for. Green Turtle Cay Thanks .
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