There’s a funny post floating around on Facebook ( I have no idea who to credit this to) that makes one stop and think:
(The F-bomb is said to have originated from the Latin “futuo,” which, in itself, wasn’t very nice, either. In today’s language, it’s probably the strongest word you can use to show extreme emotion)
How often do you write something with the meaning so clear in your own head that you think others are complete idiots for not getting it? It’s an understandable mistake for an author to make.
As a writer, I picture everything I write. For as long as I’ve been writing, the stories flow onto paper from the images in my head. It’s like a perpetual movie I’m watching as I feverishly record the action on paper.
But, I’ve been the idiot at times. Although I can describe down to the hairs standing on the protagonist’s arm, if I don’t breathe life into his actions on paper, then he’s simply a stick figure waving a paper sword.
It’s easy to get lost in your own head when you’re writing. After all, you are in the front row of the theater and the movie on the projector follows your direction. Before you invite the public in, though, clean it up.
Ambiguous writing has its place in the literary world, but, if you’re like me, you read for entertainment and enlightenment. If the author says the curtains are blue, that’s what I’m expecting them to be.
Unless, however, the character is in a drug-addled daze and the blue curtains have an entirely different meaning.
If that’s the case and the blue curtains represent something intangible, prep me, the reader, beforehand. Otherwise, those curtains are f’ing blue.
Current enthusiasm is sharpening intangible knives and co-authoring at Rubicon Ranch