I was Thinking, or Not

The problem I have with advice, especially writing advice is that it usually is something that I think at the time makes a lot of sense, but when it comes to actually writing, generally I find that the "rules" by which I am supposed to be constrained to, do not work for me.  I get that often my writing could be better if it were a little more concise, or less wordy anyways.  Often though that is the tone of the character, and to trim them too much would disrupt their voice.  I only hope that what I write will be enjoyable to the readers, and sometimes I do not even care about that. Funny how sometimes I write because I know that other people will read it, and sometimes I write only because I want to have this other voice.  I do not know if one mood is better than the other, but I do know that at the end of the day, it is really quite the same, for me anyways. For me writing is like breathing, I do it because that is what I do, though it is not always done well, sometimes

Top 10 Fantasy Writing Tips From 'Game Of Thrones' Author George R.R. Martin | Lifehacker Australia : 'via Blog this' I have never read any of his books, but this is some of the best advice I have read in many years.  Most writers that give advice just talk about the need for character development, to show don't tell, and the other standards of fiction writing.  George R.R. Martin presents a very lively format of the same advice, that is provided with good examples, and just enough wit to make it readable, without sounding pretentious. I may have to actually read some of his work, though it is unlikely I will ever watch the show. Peace JD

Bits and Pieces of a Shattered Mind This is a bit from a work I am working on, that hides very little, and is not meant to be accurate, but just what is left of my works that have been waiting all these years.  So do not take it personal, it is as the title states bits and pieces of a Shattered Mind. Sometime around the age of eight or so, maybe a little sooner, I met a kid from California, he lived next door to the house of my babysitters house.  Well I did not really get along well with other kids, but this kid was different at least and that was something.  I was what you might call an introvert, and my babysitter Elsie used to have to force me to go outside.  Not because I did not like the outside, two reasons really.  On the other side of the kid from California lived a family, and they had a couple of children that were just a little older than us, and they liked to do mean things to people, especially little kids.  So that was about our connection, comrades against the loca