killtheignorance asked: hey um...
i enjoy writing and making up stories.. i have for quite sometime.. when i make up the story in my head it's a work of art, but when i write it down its less exciting then i imagined. any tips for that?
thank you.
Write. Every. Day.
Expect a lot of “less exciting than I imagined.”
Revise. Revise that. Revise that even more.
Blessings.
Write one leaf about something that is less exciting than you imagined.
- - - -Getting new goldfish was less exciting than I imagined.
Animals make you realize what a blessing modern medicine is. The power it has to bring people together by their sheer health. No more black death, no more bubonic plague. Medicine makes you forget how hard it is just to be alive.
It really shouldn't be so alien to think that populations teem with the fluctuating healths of its constituents. And yet all the vaccines and the pharmaceuticals make it feel as if the health of others has little to do with the health of the particular person. We can casually remark on the waning health of others and pay no fear to our own personal health.
With this unconscious ego, I really thought I was doing Flash a favor by getting him some friends. And though I did my fair part in isolating the newcomers, though I watched fish after unnamed fish die of some virulent disease; it simply didn't occur to me that Flash could really die. After all, Flash was almost human in my eyes. And humans just don't succumb with so little... fuss.
I should have never brought those other fish home. I--with all my coursework--should have known better than to bring in a vulnerable population. I shouldn't have let my guard down when the disease became dormant.
Health is a wretched thing. The way it flits in and out of the dying. The suffering of being just alive enough. I have never seen anything more cruel.
I really haven't.
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