Chain of Letters

I fall behind a veil when I haven't been outside in a while.  Or maybe it's like that virtual screen you see in every sci-fi movie that can make it seem like the Rockies are right outside your ship even though your barreling through space at a thousand miles per hour.  I suppose you could very easily let yourself forget there's nothing really out there.

But every once in a while that thought plants itself again after you cut it and you are suddenly reminded of the stifling vastness and claustrophobia of that world out there. Full of people doing things.  All of the things. And suddenly you wanna be doing All the Things Right Now. And anything else is just disappointing. 

But you find yourself in your room surrounded by four little walls and no virtual screen to help make you feel like your in the thick of it.  In the thick of something, rather than nothing.  Suddenly, with nothing important to stare at or be apart of, you're aware of all things you're not doing and it feels crushing and rushed and sweaty all at once. 

Your heartbeat goes up, your palms become sweaty, you start pacing as if walking somewhere with purpose, you start talking to yourself like you would talk to others. 

I think I'm gonna start a fake profile on OKC, posing as a girl so that when I receive all the disastrously disgusting messages from guys, I can work on trashing them like... like... trash men? 

*Sigh*

I am beginning to hate OKC almost as much as Facebook. I am constantly reminded that even though we are all on an online dating website, all the other people are still a lot cooler than me. 

Death,

I am not afraid of,

because it only happens once.

  But waking to unhappiness

is a living tribulation

Character and Plot

  Character can take action (create a plot point by acting).  This is the most obvious way that character and plot relate to each other: a character does something, and the story (or creative non-fiction piece) is one step closer to completion.  In this story (...), we see how the narrator's obsession with his girlfriend - and his obsessive personality generally - drive the plot forward.

- The problem I have with writing became very clear after I read this passage from a book on tips for creative writers. In order for things to happen, characters have to act.  I don't act and that's why nothing ever happens - I'm always waiting for the world to act on me such that all my actions are in fact mere re-actions.  Nothing I do is pro-active - an action with the intention of achieving something or pushing the story forward.