Me? - Week 2 guh

Week 2 rolls by quickly with my avid gaming and incessant lying in bed staring at the ceiling;the previous line that was written was terrible. Glenn again has given us a series of choice question to answer in this current blog, as the world swirled in a bloody ooze and the light in my room decided to die a horrid death. Well let me begin to say that I grew up on the isolated archipelago of The Seychelles (the hardest thing for British people to pronounce), and for practically most of my life this sun swept oxymoron of a life has been perplexing. I have 4 interesting characters in my life including my grandmother and my aunty Meher, both have considerable opinion and energy. My grandmother is a person who sees a person being more useful doing something practical, which I resented when my interest in artistic endeavours were passed over nor acknowledge by her. While my aunty Meher, the grammatical Nazi and imposing nature of correctness, discussing anything with her is a challenge and a war.

In reading I found comfort and solitude in tumultuous times during my youth; I read Frank Herbert's Dune, Science fiction short stories, fantasy (child and adult fiction), and alternative world history. I fell in love with stories that made the world didn't seem quite right. These stories tickled my mind and what I drew/wrote, making me dream of unrealistic futures and worlds unseen. The latest idea to crop up is of Gor'Ve'Dar, something which I have to discuss off topic. 

 

Week 1 - ...No Comment o.o

Week 1 has gone by and I'm left wondering how and what do I have to deal with for the coming months of this new semester. We came out of Glenn's first class with a series of questions to engage our thoughts (I hate people who poke into my brains) on what our perceptions on writing are and how we are as writers; here is the list of the following. How I became a writer? (oohh a doozy), no writer emerges from childhood into a pristine environment free from other peoples biases about writers, and is the 'writer' as an 'artist' special? and so, how?

As a writer? The honest truth is that I became a writer as a fault of my early incessant drawing where I were creating worlds and characters of history, and I wanted to tell the story, so I began writing the background stories (even though I was hounded for plagiarising) and that facilitated an interest in creating bigger backdrops and universes. But I always had a fear to write or express myself when I was younger in relation to the second question Gave gave; I was given the impression that writers were gods when it came to the literary field especially from one aunt of mine! Also that being a writer rather than a businessman was a disappointment;  and with being considered “special”, Nope! Writers and Artists are burdened with the proof that they are human and end up doing the same fallacies that humans do every-time.