I’ve been thinking about conversations lately. Maybe even arguments, you could say. I’ve always been the type of person who talking things out with people helps get my creative juices flowing. But have you ever had a heated discussion with someone that either excites you or (maybe) angers you so much you leave said person’s presence and continue the “discussion” in your head.
Maybe this is a writer thing. I don’t know for sure because I’ve pretty much always been writing. But this is always something I’ve done. When I was a crazy eight year old, my sister would pick on me because she would hear me talking in the bathroom (the one place a kid can go to truly be alone), and little me would just be arguing with her still while scrubbing my hands or whatnot.
When you’re eight you don’t have the wherewithal to realize that only people with a few screws loose argue with themselves in bathrooms.
No. No. As an adult writer, I now have those continued arguments in my head.
But this brings me to the crux of my suggestion. For such an angst-y person such as I, there’s got to be a better outlet for this pent up passion, right? Then again, whenever I put my arguments down into short story form (or some form of creative-writing-something), it sounds rather like a prosaic Russian novel— almost like those deep wheeling stories with all these moral, political, and economic insights you find in Dostoevsky. (Not that I’m saying my thoughts are any where near as deep as his. I’m just talking vibes.)
Maybe sometimes we writers just need to write the total-crap-argument scene to get the heat out of our blood. I don’t know. But I’d be interested to have this conversation with a fellow writer.
Maybe we’ll still be arguing it three days later in my head and on paper.
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