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January 15, 2004 LOVE I am a fool, and a freak. I always have been when it comes to love and matters of the heart. Melissa would tell you differently, but she is a better person than I am. In love and relationships and marriage I am oversensitive, take everything extremely serious, and cannot let items go, i.e., inconsistencies in my character, insecurities and weaknesses, which brutally bludgeon my mind like over stimulated five year olds wielding great, fat, brightly colored whiffle ball bats. These characteristics help me greatly in my world of writing and fantasy. It is good to take my work seriously. If I do not, know one else sure as hell will. It is a good thing to be oversensitive to your characters and your story, fleshing out every single nuance and tone that is mentally and emotionally feasible. And it is fine to have problems letting things go, if I truly care that I am killing off a favorite character, then maybe I might be able to illicit that very same emotion in my readers. However, these attributes or flaws, I think do not necessarily lend themselves properly, and or, well to the real world, the world of flesh and blood. Being too serious can ruin a relationship, being oversensitive can also undermine foundations both strong and sturdy, and not being able to let go it seems, may very well be the key that opens the door, which leads into the room lined with rubber and faint screams. Mel knows this about me, and accepts it. This fact alone raises her strengths to a level beyond anything I could hope to reach. She blesses me with her presence and her wisdom and her patience like no ill perceived god, or priest, or rabbi, or monk, or prophet could ever, in a thousand worlds and a million life times, bless me. She is the well from which I draw courage and strength and effort, and a need so great I am, at times, struck dumb by it. Mel is the warrior I have always strived to be. I love you… forever. [Add Comment] 0 Comments |
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