Tuesday, December 21, 2004

I let the characters in my stories suffer

People say I write cruel stories and I do agree. I write about the people who say things like this to me. I just write about people in common. People like you. I write frequently on my new novel but someone I know believes writing is a way to run from reality. I have to run from reality. Reality is vicious. But the book I am writing scares the hell out of me because I see who I really am. I am vicious too. I let the characters in my stories suffer. I feel sorry for them sometimes. I cry for them and next I let them suffer even more. Then I stop writing for awhile to find out any story is better than my daily life. My daily life is more vicious than anything else. I really don’t know where I am today. I am a problem to myself lately. I like to hang out at the internet. I have a secret lover in one of my stories. Some time ago I'd found out my whole life is a story because my secret lover said something like it in this story. This bugs me. Therefore I try to live in a virtual world. Everyone is a virtual beings to me and if you invite me to your Blog I am aware of the fact you think you believe you have a Blog but you don’t have a Blog at all. All you have are words and an internet connection. This morning I woke up and I thought ‘I think I don’t exist.’ I hope I think differently tomorrow.


7 comments:

Nance Knauer said...

daphne,

here you are. you do exist. we're all here together in this vicious, mysterious world. i'll come and watch your characters suffer. they are more than their suffering. so are we.

Buter said...

Thanks for visiting my Blog, Nance. And thank you for leaving a message. I'm still trying to figure out how to put images with the text. Keep my toes crossed.

GC Smith said...

Let them suffer. Treat them rough. Life and literature should mirror each other.

GC Smith said...

my blog url is:


http://gcsmithblog.blogspot.com/

Ellen Parker said...

God, Daphne, I love everything in your blog. Your stuff should be in a book. It would be a book with lots of pictures. I want to read all your words and look at all your pictures but I get tired of sitting at the computer. I want to have a book of your words and pictures and I could take it to bed and read it under the covers. That would be bliss.

I love that painting you did—the one showing the bird biting something like a Christmas light.

I love that your husband invents things that famous inventors have already invented.

Your stuff is freaking brilliant and completely original. I look at all of it and I want to marry you.

Buter said...

Thanks for posting this here, Ellen.

Gothamimage said...

Daphne, are you cruel to be kind?