(This time, I have thought ahead and pre-written my post! Yay for not forgetting!)
So the prompt question this month is how being a writer has changed me as a reader.
I’m not sure it has, really.
I started trying to write fiction when I was still in grade school. (What little I remember of it makes me shudder now, of course.) So I don’t really remember a time before I was trying to write.
Of course, the writing I was doing in grade school is immensely different from the various levels of writing intensity I’ve passed through since graduating high school, and yet…it is still, to a great extent, me acting out my childish desire to tell myself stories. The stories have gotten more complex, and have gained some maturity (and a lot of swearing and sex), but they retain in many respects the original desire for diversion from the mundane and boring life around me. (The outright escape from this world, these days…)
I’ve always sought escapism in my reading material as well as in my writing, so…I dunno. (Wow, I’m so eloquent tonight…)
I guess I have been more conscious of things like world building and character development than I would have been at an earlier point in my life, when I wasn’t taking my writing hobby quite as seriously. (Ironically, I don’t think I was taking it as seriously back when I actually thought it was a potential career. Go figure…)
Oh, another thing I’ve become aware of is the notion of giving the characters a little taste of Heaven right before thrusting them into Hell. I noticed it first in my own writing (and I’m rather a pantser, so it wasn’t really anything I was planning; I just found that I would have them go through something wonderful right before things turned awful) and then I started noticing it happening in a lot of things I was reading, too.
Bah, what a lousy post.
Maybe I’ll be able to come back and fix it up before the 1st. (But I’m hitting the “Schedule” button just in case! Don’t want to miss again…)