Bits of Writing: Character Goals

Hello!

What you are about to read [or not, if something better comes up] is a bit of fluff I've had in my head that has been growing over the past six months. It started out as a silly idea for a book, then became a silly idea for two books, and gradually developed into a silly idea for a three-part story. I've written most of Part One down and I plan on writing down Parts 2 and 3 sometime after I graduate in the next twenty seven years. I'm not going to say anything about the story itself because I don't want to. But I would like to say just a little bit about the goofy people in it for my own edification, so it's all clear in my head. I don't know if I can call them 'characters' because the story isn't complete and it isn't an actual book at the moment, but the fact is that they exist in my brain in my little bit of a story.

One thing I will say about the story is that it's about four more or less stupid people who like to read.

Also I'm not telling their names because I don't want to.

G is my Piglet in Part 1 and [I hope] goes through something in Part 2 which will turn her into Pooh.

M is also my Piglet in Part 1 and remains Piglet until Part 3 in which he will try [unsuccessfully] to be Christopher Robin, whereupon he will go back to being Piglet.

C will tell you that he is my Eeyore, but he tends to behave more like Tigger. I'm a bit fond of C.

F is my Owl, my Kanga, and my Rabbit, but feels like Roo whenever she gets to use her gun.

Extended Hobbit 3: A Short Review

BIFUR BOFUR BOMBUR!!!!

DAIN!!!!!

CHARIOT TROLL CHASE!!!!!!!

LEGOLAS!!!!!

THORIN FILI KILI!!!!

THAG YOU VERY BUCH PROFESSOR TOLKIEN AND MR. JACKSON 

A Bit of Writing I've Been Working On: Part 3

Another bit I'm pleased with. 

The Universe, being the result of a Divine Urge to do something creative, gives humanity many, many different forms of art in which to get lost when being set upon by life’s tragedies, horrors, and those painful periods of asphyxiating dullness. The different dimensions of art we are given to play with can be collided, woven together, or shaped into the forms that we find pleasing. For instance, a song is a collision of the dimension pertaining to music with the dimension pertaining to poetry, sometimes woven together with the dimension belonging to the art of storytelling. A book is constructed by kneading storytelling together with prose, and a film does its best to combine storytelling, music, prose, and visual art all in one pleasing enchilada of artistic imagination. And because a film, in this way, is a four-dimensional work of art, it is easy when watching a film to become lost, even if a person finds himself in the distressing circumstance of being caught in a time-warp, and coming home to discover that his fiancee is forty years older than himself.

Here's An Idea

After an intense study on the nature of humanity and of humanity's intricate relationships with fiction [AKA this is all B.S. that I'm making up without providing actual evidence], people will do anything for their fictional universe and its inhabitants. Snape can be forgiven for occasionally being a butthead because he did it all out of love; Sherlock is forgiven for occasionally being a jerk, because he's hilarious and some people are just born that way; the Winchesters can be forgiven for eliminating  kids' parents in front of them because it's their job and they had no other choice.

What I'd like to ask is, if something about me bothers you, like my beliefs on Traditional Marriage Vs. Gay Unions or my Non-Outrage re. GMOs or my overall Catholicism or my Unwithering Respect for PG Wodehouse, please think of me as a fictional character who was made that way, because that's basically what I am. Please don't jump directly to, 'she's an arrogant bigoted hypocritical moron who thinks everyone is going directly to hell without passing Go and collecting $200.' I love it when people have as much compassion on their inmates as they do on their favorite flawful fictional characters, and I promise I'll try to do the same for all you heretics. That's all I got to say about that.

This is going to be a post in which I whine about other people whining, so you have been warned.

I've been coming across articles lately titled something like "___ is Dead." I never read them, because I don't feel like it. But I've noticed a general vibe of "Good Thing X is Dead," "Happy Thought Y is Dead," "Chivalry is Dead," "Art is Dead," "Your Grandmother's Homemade Biscuits are Dead," and I'm TIRED of it.

So, in response, I have just one thing to say.

Once, for three days, God was dead. Then he came back and was like

YO 

A Bit Of Writing I've Been Working On Part 2 [Edition 2]

Here's one of the few bits I'm pleased with:

The expression “follow that car” is one that has been used time and again in films and, to a somewhat lesser extent, in books and, to an even lesser extent, in real life during situations in which the players discover a vehicle that is in some way alluring. The practice is simpler in theory than in reality, especially when “that car” is a few miles ahead of the followers and several layers of space and traffic lie between them. In this case, it was also made difficult by the fact that neither driver nor passenger knew exactly where “that car” was going. There was therefore about ten extra minutes of trying to make illegal U-turns, discovering that said U-turns were illegal and changing directions mid-U-turn, along with the accompanied backseat driving and requests that there be no backseat driving.  However, they managed to drive in and out of two or three restaurant parking lots without murdering any ducklings, nuns, or mothers with perambulators before Gillian pointed in the direction of an El Torito restaurant and shrieked, “Lookit!” 

A Word Of Encouragement To My Fellow Heretics

Hey, people!

I have a thought in my brain, and it has been on repeat for about a year, so I'm going to expunge it and make you read it because I feel like it.

If you enjoy a book series, and somewhere in the world somebody decides to make a movie series of said book series, and if said movie series isn't exactly like said book series, but you muchly enjoy said movie series anyway, and if your purist friends give you hell for loving said movie series, remember this:

A book doesn't just consist of what happens to whom where how and why. It consists partly of a gut feeling of belonging that's brought to you by the writing style, the mood, the themes, the character of the setting and of the characters themselves. It's a home away from home and a Heaven away from Earth. If the movies give you the same gut feeling as the books, no matter how much they deviate from the books, then so be it and God bless you. Don't let the purists make you feel like a traitor.

Also God bless the purists because they rock too and they keep us grounded. Have a banana, purists.

Here's to loose constructionism!

That's all I got to say about that, Beth out.