Why?

Why do we do the things we do? To the point..writing in this case. A large percentage of the people on my friends list are writers of one sort or another.

I write fiction,poetry,music and lately some nonfiction (well, mostly nonfiction..wee bits of fabrication do tend to slip in the histories from time to time.)

Fiction I write because of the voices in my head. No..not those sort of voices. Just that characters tend to show up and want their story told. And what they do tell me makes me curious about how the story unfolds. The only problem is that I am not really a prose sort of person.

Poetry and music. Words fascinate me. The sound of them, the meaning of them, the way they like to roll against each other. Sometimes they stand on their own and sometimes they whisper melodies at which point they become lyrics instead of poems. And sometimes the music itself stands without need of words.

The nonfiction. Perhaps it is simply a way of doing something with all the trivia I have obtained over the years? And hopefully it does entertain people from time to time? Or lead to a thought or two of their own?


But why do we do the things we do?

Imitating Ray Bolger

The neo brothers came down to celebrate Father's day (we all work sunday). They were going to bring the BD down, but it is being cranky and the driver's door would not close so I have neosuboshi's car for another week. We saw the new Batman movie,which is easily the best so far. The Scarecrow was quite fun. After the movie we wandered through Barnes and Noble a bit,where I picked up Emma Bulll's Finder and then neochichiri ran down to the car and brought the gift. Which was the other part of Scarecrow day..an electroglobe in the shape of a brain. brainnnzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

wait..does that mean I finally have a brain?