Oops, I probably should have warned you, this post contains profanity, that is used purely for profanities sake, rather than for any deep literary purpose.
Well.... sort of. If it didn't have SOME purpose I wouldn't be posting it but.... now I'm just babbling.
Last night a friend of mine tweeted (I'm still no good with twitter, btw. Irrelevant, but if you want to help, that'd be great!) something about "when boys are fucking idiots."
My first thought in response was "I wonder who [the object of her affection] is having sex with." It took me a good minute and a half to realize that wasn't at all what she meant, and even then, I had to text her to be sure. What she had intended it to mean was "when boys are really dumb."
I learned two things, from that little tweet.
1) I'm apparently the type whose first thoughts jump to sex.
2) I need to be really careful when I write not to use words that could even vaguely be understood in any way other than what I want.
Now, I know, I know, that's the first thing anyone will tell you. Anyone who writes regularly, a fiction author, a journalist, a professor, and even a second grader. But sometimes, we need that spark. Ther moment of misunderstanding to open up our eyes. To remind us why that's important. Because I would be angry if my fiance was fucking an idiot. But if my fiance was acting like a fucking idiot, I'd get over it pretty quick.
In the same vein A+ for people who can successfully use duel meanings in their stories. They never come naturally to me, unless they aren't supposed to. I can never write them perfectly, without careful planning. I can never work them into my stories easily.
And now that I've babbled enough, I'm done.
Well.... sort of. If it didn't have SOME purpose I wouldn't be posting it but.... now I'm just babbling.
Last night a friend of mine tweeted (I'm still no good with twitter, btw. Irrelevant, but if you want to help, that'd be great!) something about "when boys are fucking idiots."
My first thought in response was "I wonder who [the object of her affection] is having sex with." It took me a good minute and a half to realize that wasn't at all what she meant, and even then, I had to text her to be sure. What she had intended it to mean was "when boys are really dumb."
I learned two things, from that little tweet.
1) I'm apparently the type whose first thoughts jump to sex.
2) I need to be really careful when I write not to use words that could even vaguely be understood in any way other than what I want.
Now, I know, I know, that's the first thing anyone will tell you. Anyone who writes regularly, a fiction author, a journalist, a professor, and even a second grader. But sometimes, we need that spark. Ther moment of misunderstanding to open up our eyes. To remind us why that's important. Because I would be angry if my fiance was fucking an idiot. But if my fiance was acting like a fucking idiot, I'd get over it pretty quick.
In the same vein A+ for people who can successfully use duel meanings in their stories. They never come naturally to me, unless they aren't supposed to. I can never write them perfectly, without careful planning. I can never work them into my stories easily.
And now that I've babbled enough, I'm done.
