The Wonderful World of Writing

I just had an epiphany that I had to write down or I would forget and my anger would skyrocket. I know I should be reading Plato for my class, but... It's Plato. I'm 21 and deeply stupid. But moving on.

My biggest dream in this world is to be published. I love writing fiction and I love getting the chance to get people to react to my words. But today, in the exciting throes of reading Plato, I realized something;

I'm not a writer, I'm a commentator.

I'm the guy--or girl, in my case--who's describing a game on the radio for all its listeners. True, the stories are completely my own, but I don't write the idea to try and get a picture in my head. All I do is put down on paper something that's already in my head.

I write to my reader so they can see what's going on in my imagination. It's why when I write, I make so many grammatical mistakes. I don't see words fluttering around in this cramped head of mine. I see pictures. I feel emotions. And I have to write it down quickly because the movie is still playing and I'm afraid of falling behind. There's a narrator, sometimes, but more often than not I just have the movie playing and I use my words so others can watch it with me.

It makes sense, if you think about it. I always saw a good story as being one that pulls you out of reality and throws you wholeheartedly into the pages. When I read, I'm not reading words, I'm watching everything play out in my mind. I can't read stories of purple prose that just give me pages upon pages of pretty words and nice descriptions. I don't care about scenery, I care about characters.

This was something that I had to get off my chest. And who knows? Maybe other writers out there will have the same epiphany. Or you can say I'm completely crazy and I should never write another word of fiction again. I don't really care, I just had to say it.