My head is stuck in a world where it doesn’t belong. But we all love to draw certain parallels. And we love observing things that we will never have.
I’m sorry I haven’t been writing decent blog posts these days. The heat got me exhausted and emotionally drained. “I’m only happy when it rains,” I hear Shirley Manson sing.
What exists is my thesis. I need to develop my critical eye further; solipsistic tendencies need to be handled better. Character, plot and desire – that’s all there is.
As far as non-fiction reading goes, I’ve had a lot of fun adapting fact to an emotional metaphor.
Is a character’s motivation best portrayed if you base it on his obsessions?
(Video blog in progress)