tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184562969471581744.post4637946727983066229..comments2024-03-04T02:09:30.979-06:00Comments on One Man's Pony Ramblings: The Feeling of AirUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184562969471581744.post-57549452841526512492012-12-16T20:06:06.701-06:002012-12-16T20:06:06.701-06:00Heh. I can't pick just one.
I've had accid...Heh. I can't pick just one.<br />I've had accidents that could have killed me. I've had people try to kill me. I've seen people dying in front of me. I've had people try to kill themselves in front of me. I've had my arms covered in blood trying to save a man's life. I've had people spit on my face for no good reason. I've seen my own and my family's and others' lives crumble before my eyes due to tragedy.<br />I don't have a flight or fight response to these things. This is my life. There's noone to fight and nowhere to run.<br />>truthDPV111https://www.blogger.com/profile/01437920503784386649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184562969471581744.post-51154207901395393252012-12-12T16:23:29.168-06:002012-12-12T16:23:29.168-06:00Don't sell yourself short. While writing from ...Don't sell yourself short. While writing from experience is a good idea, it's not absolutely necessary. And even when you don't have the specific experience you want your character to emulate, you've often had one similar. Maybe I don't know what it's like to lose a sister, but I do know what it's like to lose someone close and feel utterly helpless. Find parallels and use them.Pascoitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05861834765162800926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184562969471581744.post-18266106030351776372012-12-12T11:47:29.334-06:002012-12-12T11:47:29.334-06:00What's interesting is it's not my near-dea...What's interesting is it's not my near-death experience that makes me cringe and want to open my eyes. In that moment, I'm too shocked to properly react, barely able to comprehend what is going on. The memory is foggy, dulled by the instinct to flee which is nearly impossible to recapture in the mind's eye. It is only after the danger is past that the memory becomes clearer.<br /><br />No, the memories that make me cringe are my interactions with my first crush. Uggghh... to this day, I shudder when I reflect back on them. In fact, I'm shuddering now. Let's change the subject.<br /><br />I think this post illustrates beautifully what writing can mean to some of us. But for me, writing is more of an escape. A distraction from the dull things in life I'd rather procrastinate on. Yes, personal experiences do get represented in my writings, and writing is where I am best able to express myself, but writing is where I don't have to think about who I am or what I'm trying to accomplish in life. This is an option, for sure, but usually writing is where I get to explore other personalities, and the funnest characters to write are sometimes the ones that are the polar opposites of me.<br /><br />In short, for me writing is less about understanding myself and more about making sense of the world around me. To quote a robotic character from a popular comedy show about why he's so obsessed with television:<br /><br />"TV makes sense. It has logic, structure, rules. And likable leading men."<br />- Abed, "Community"<br /><br />In writing, there's narratives, themes and an overarching framework. One could say I am constrained in this framework, but it is here where I find my ability to express myself. Rules may not give me freedom, but they help enable me to do something greater than I would otherwise be capable of.John Perryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01440476810236159695noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184562969471581744.post-27606036272919608572012-12-12T08:20:06.355-06:002012-12-12T08:20:06.355-06:00A wonderful post, Chicken. Powerful and truthful....A wonderful post, Chicken. Powerful and truthful.Corejohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18156281457261254678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184562969471581744.post-13024406852952564152012-12-12T06:31:52.384-06:002012-12-12T06:31:52.384-06:00Fantastic post, CV. I really enjoyed it, so thanks...Fantastic post, CV. I really enjoyed it, so thanks for sharing! <br /><br />I have to admit my reaction to the near death experience was somewhat different, for when I started running through the list, I just started laughing. I think it might be telling of the Aussie male psyche and the amount of dangerous things we seem to get up to (or at least telling of my age demographic in general), but I just think of all of the stupid decisions that nearly killed me (cars, drowning, biking near-misses, animal run-ins (snakes aren't fun) or other, less PC stuff), and chuckle at how I should have known better, or how clever I was for getting out perfectly (mostly) fine.<br /><br />I guess it's either that or admit that I wasn't in control, and that sounds a lot less appealing. We just laugh about it later, riding the adrenalin and stress (oh man, you should have seen how close your head was to that pole when you came off! Oh man, that car was *centimetres* away from destroying you! Oh man, you were under the water for freaking ages; I was totally convinced you were gone for sure), and that makes it all better. It turns it from something that was so close from being absolutely horrific into something funny.<br /><br />Perhaps the context of where, when and how the events took place are different, but even then, when things happen unexpectedly, we tell our mates about it later, everyone swears appropriately, you laugh, and that's it. It becomes a good story to tell later.<br /><br />Anyway, very off-topic, so I apologise, but it got me thinking.<br /><br />Awesome post!Mystichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03814377439751758620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8184562969471581744.post-18447789572030688082012-12-12T01:54:50.956-06:002012-12-12T01:54:50.956-06:00Maybe it's the noise distracting me, but I can...Maybe it's the noise distracting me, but I can't think of a moment that powerful. Everything's covered in film. I actually almost died once too, but was a baby at the time and so have no recollection of the event<br /><br />Part of why I don't write is that it's commonly advised to draw from experience, but I don't feel I have any. There's nothing genuine I can share with the world. Perhaps that's why I'm so fond of viewing any artistic medium as more of a craft; something that anyone can do with enough knowledge and perseverance<br /><br />Thanks for sharing, CV. Maybe I can come up with something after some sleepHolly Oatshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01703437987958922954noreply@blogger.com