How do you start one of these things anyway? With an introduction? A question? How about a fun fact? What if your plan is to write a story? Should you begin with dialogue? And what about the infamous "character page?"
Well, I don't really plan on writing a short story. When I was first introduced to One Page Per Day, my first thought was to continue The First Key, a fantasy I had begun over the summer. But then I remembered just how bad of a failure my other attempts at writing were, and decided against signing up to the site.
It bugged me though, for the whole five minutes that I pondered the idea. I remembered a time where I had considered writing a book about my thoughts and ideas about the world. Children are known for their imagination and ideas, after all. Every time, however, I turned the idea down saying, "Who am I to write these things? What could I possibly have to say that would make others consider such things the way that I do?" Well, today I answered those questions. A few months late, sure, but answered nonetheless.
I don't think anyone will ever read this, but I selfishly hope that they do. I've been told before that I am a good writer. My mother says I should become a lawyer because of this skill. My own mind, however, tells me about all the things wrong about my writing: Too many words. The sentences are too short/long. This word sounds wrong. You're trying to hard.
These are all things that I hope aren't true. I want to be a good writer, as good as all the authors of books that I have read. I love reading, you see. It's like a portal into a whole different world. You are encouraged to become someone different, someone you dream of being. People say that it's possible to make your dreams into a reality. I almost hope that this isn't true. I mean, imagine if all of your dreams became part of everyday life, along with those of everyone else in the world.
To me there are only two possible outcomes: The first is the happiest and the one that most, myself included, would hope to be the truth. It is that, when all of the dreams come true, we grow in our imaginations and are able to think about new ideas and create them as we never would have baan able to do before. In some ways, this is similar to our world today. As everyone with a brilliant mind invents all sorts of new technology, we are able to invent more and more, feeding off the the ideas planted by those around us.
The second possibility, however, is much more dark and depressive. But it also makes you think. Well, at least it does for me. The idea is that, when we can all get exactly what we want and are able to do exectly what we want at anytime. What would there be to dream about, except what we know we can do? Dreams would become pointless, nothing but a plan for tomorrow.
Well, I don't really plan on writing a short story. When I was first introduced to One Page Per Day, my first thought was to continue The First Key, a fantasy I had begun over the summer. But then I remembered just how bad of a failure my other attempts at writing were, and decided against signing up to the site.
It bugged me though, for the whole five minutes that I pondered the idea. I remembered a time where I had considered writing a book about my thoughts and ideas about the world. Children are known for their imagination and ideas, after all. Every time, however, I turned the idea down saying, "Who am I to write these things? What could I possibly have to say that would make others consider such things the way that I do?" Well, today I answered those questions. A few months late, sure, but answered nonetheless.
I don't think anyone will ever read this, but I selfishly hope that they do. I've been told before that I am a good writer. My mother says I should become a lawyer because of this skill. My own mind, however, tells me about all the things wrong about my writing: Too many words. The sentences are too short/long. This word sounds wrong. You're trying to hard.
These are all things that I hope aren't true. I want to be a good writer, as good as all the authors of books that I have read. I love reading, you see. It's like a portal into a whole different world. You are encouraged to become someone different, someone you dream of being. People say that it's possible to make your dreams into a reality. I almost hope that this isn't true. I mean, imagine if all of your dreams became part of everyday life, along with those of everyone else in the world.
To me there are only two possible outcomes: The first is the happiest and the one that most, myself included, would hope to be the truth. It is that, when all of the dreams come true, we grow in our imaginations and are able to think about new ideas and create them as we never would have baan able to do before. In some ways, this is similar to our world today. As everyone with a brilliant mind invents all sorts of new technology, we are able to invent more and more, feeding off the the ideas planted by those around us.
The second possibility, however, is much more dark and depressive. But it also makes you think. Well, at least it does for me. The idea is that, when we can all get exactly what we want and are able to do exectly what we want at anytime. What would there be to dream about, except what we know we can do? Dreams would become pointless, nothing but a plan for tomorrow.
