I believe that fiction is easier to write than reality or autobiographies, there is a few reasons to why I believe so. When you think fiction, what comes to your mind? Maybe it's a flying beluga or perhaps a world that has been eclipsed in darkness for centuries as the inhabitants live under a dreary enchantment that can unravel to their inevitable end. Fiction leads the mind to that of the imaginative, fantasy-related genre that just glues the reader to the book, it draws that 'magical' feeling into our perspective.
That's just where it begins, on a given set of terms, it can be used to assist us in trying to understand what we can't manage to understand with science, a series of indescribable phenomena. Such as that of the Twilight Zone series, this show in general was about using your imagination to try to understand what it is that science can't determine as fact or fiction itself.
I also believe that deep down inside all of us, there is that 'magical' desire that we wish to have as a reality, but not all of us can see it as easily as the next person. Fiction takes that element of desire and draws it onto the page in what we see as the interesting, yet satisfying thing that we might want to be or live in.
We all live in a world that has such limited supplies to entertain us because our attention span is getting smaller within each generation it comes by. The more advanced our technology develops, the further this problem will go, but why is this? The child's mind is known to run on imagination, their minds drift out of place. Now that is a bad thing, they give into their desires to try and be on top of the world and this can lead to cockiness. What it takes is to whip the kids into shape is discipline, good old-fashioned discipline, which can be served on a silver platter or as a slap to the face.
I don't belive that fiction writing is for everyone, there is some exceptions, just throwing that out there. Here is my example: Imagine if a kid reads the Twilight series, I don't mean that this kid is probably going to start having sexual fantasies of vampires, but by reading this, they will not understand the real complications that love can kick up into real life.
Just keep this in mind, fiction may not be the best thing for people to read, but it is by far the more favorable type because it can be comical, dramatic and possibly whitty. This is what I have to say, some of the fiction writers are quite incapable of making their story captivating and moving (I'm not pointing myself out as an exceptional writer here). For those who are capable of making of doing so, I would pat them on the back for doing a good job of displaying the imaginative wonder that they were seeking while writing their literature.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
-Idea for a Chapter- (not for class!)
Okay, so get this. There is two guys in a room, one of them gets shot and it's not suicide. The other man is trying to figure out who had killed the man, knowing that he did not cause this event to take place.
Just a personal idea, so I'm just gonna keep this one as an idea if I can't think of anything later on.
Just a personal idea, so I'm just gonna keep this one as an idea if I can't think of anything later on.
Monday, April 12, 2010
-Character Types- (this isn't for class!)
Character: Characterization is one of the five elements of fiction, along with plot, setting, theme, and writing style. A character is a participant in the story, and is usually a person, but may be any persona, identity, or entity whose existence originates from a fictional work or performance.
Characters may be of several types:
• Point-of-view character: the character by whom the story is viewed. The point-of-view character may or may not also be the main character in the story.
• Protagonist: the main character of a story
• Antagonist: the character who stands in opposition to the protagonist
• Minor character: a character that interacts with the protagonist. They help the story move along.
• Foil character: a (minor) character who has traits in aversion to the main character
Characters may be of several types:
• Point-of-view character: the character by whom the story is viewed. The point-of-view character may or may not also be the main character in the story.
• Protagonist: the main character of a story
• Antagonist: the character who stands in opposition to the protagonist
• Minor character: a character that interacts with the protagonist. They help the story move along.
• Foil character: a (minor) character who has traits in aversion to the main character
Friday, April 9, 2010
Journal #10 - Most Memorable Moments in Highschool
As teachers, we are often reminded that some of the most valuable lessons students learn in high school aren't the ones we plan for in lessons. A student, for instance, may learn more (in life terms) from a teacher who refuses to accept a late assignment than from one who teaches her how to factor binomials.What have been some of the most important lessons or skills, both curricular and non-curricular, that you have learned in high school? What are some of the moments from the past 4 or 5 years that you think you will be most likely to remember as an adult? Don't forget to be reflective...
I gotta say, in my lifetime, I had a lot of laughs, shits and giggles really. Bumpy roads, good times and the bad times.... I've had it all to be honest. I could also say this for high school, really a lot of hit and miss moments here and there. "Where will this goof start his rant?" would be the first question I assume that the reader will ask. It all began in my meadow, while I was meditating and listening to the crickets chirping before my first day of high school, the time before my first visit to HELL.
Well, actually I am not exactly overjoyed by highschool, but it sure beats living at home, working the fields and raising cattle. I never really cared for school because of F.J. Rutland, the worst school I ever went to, until Mr. Enns showed up, school for me sucked.
I would think that one of my best high school memories would be when I met my best pal, Chris Essig. Second semester, period 2: art class. I walked in and sat down at a table, unaware of what I was going to be forced to do, not sure of how to feel. As the school days passed, I glanced over at a table of people who were laughing and joking around and so I asked myself "Who the hell are those guys?" They were my future friends, but I was such a jerk. I walked over and abused them from time to time because I had nothing better to do. Some I have come to like and some I've come to detest. After countless (three and a half) years, Chris and I have become like two cactus' and one rock, inseperable straight guys, partners in crime. To me, I see Chris as the brother that I could've had, but didn't get, which by saying that would just lead into another story that I might explain at another time.
Another good memory comes in a chain of little, mini memories wrapped up in a series:
Nathan's "emotional" outbursts. From the 10th grade until today, this guy has really flipped out over the stupidest things. There's this one time at a fry truck with me, my friends and Nathan and he bought his food and sits down on this unstable picnic table. Now this table flips over and his food falls on the ground. He starts yelling at us that we should've stopped the table from flipping, but we couldnt because we weren't standing near it. Just between you and me, he has more than his fair share of 'frozen moments'. What I mean by this is that when he's just pissy enough, he stops moving, stops what he's doing and puts his head down..... then dead silence.
-Personal thought here, he reminds me of a cheap, huskier version of Donald Duck.
-Grade 9, Semester 2, Period 4: Gym/Health class-
I made a couple friends in this class: Ed DiMartino and James Murray. This class was rather interesting and scary, especially the health class..... I dread the day about the sperm and whatever flavor it may have (I was told about that, don't tell anybody).
Well, I don't want to say too much, but that's just a sample of what I remember. I will say this now instead of later. Goodbye and enjoy reading!
I gotta say, in my lifetime, I had a lot of laughs, shits and giggles really. Bumpy roads, good times and the bad times.... I've had it all to be honest. I could also say this for high school, really a lot of hit and miss moments here and there. "Where will this goof start his rant?" would be the first question I assume that the reader will ask. It all began in my meadow, while I was meditating and listening to the crickets chirping before my first day of high school, the time before my first visit to HELL.
Well, actually I am not exactly overjoyed by highschool, but it sure beats living at home, working the fields and raising cattle. I never really cared for school because of F.J. Rutland, the worst school I ever went to, until Mr. Enns showed up, school for me sucked.
I would think that one of my best high school memories would be when I met my best pal, Chris Essig. Second semester, period 2: art class. I walked in and sat down at a table, unaware of what I was going to be forced to do, not sure of how to feel. As the school days passed, I glanced over at a table of people who were laughing and joking around and so I asked myself "Who the hell are those guys?" They were my future friends, but I was such a jerk. I walked over and abused them from time to time because I had nothing better to do. Some I have come to like and some I've come to detest. After countless (three and a half) years, Chris and I have become like two cactus' and one rock, inseperable straight guys, partners in crime. To me, I see Chris as the brother that I could've had, but didn't get, which by saying that would just lead into another story that I might explain at another time.
Another good memory comes in a chain of little, mini memories wrapped up in a series:
Nathan's "emotional" outbursts. From the 10th grade until today, this guy has really flipped out over the stupidest things. There's this one time at a fry truck with me, my friends and Nathan and he bought his food and sits down on this unstable picnic table. Now this table flips over and his food falls on the ground. He starts yelling at us that we should've stopped the table from flipping, but we couldnt because we weren't standing near it. Just between you and me, he has more than his fair share of 'frozen moments'. What I mean by this is that when he's just pissy enough, he stops moving, stops what he's doing and puts his head down..... then dead silence.
-Personal thought here, he reminds me of a cheap, huskier version of Donald Duck.
-Grade 9, Semester 2, Period 4: Gym/Health class-
I made a couple friends in this class: Ed DiMartino and James Murray. This class was rather interesting and scary, especially the health class..... I dread the day about the sperm and whatever flavor it may have (I was told about that, don't tell anybody).
Well, I don't want to say too much, but that's just a sample of what I remember. I will say this now instead of later. Goodbye and enjoy reading!
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