Do you know what’s really difficult to write? Several things are very difficult to write. Some I have attempted, others I have yet had the pleasure. Regardless, it’s a fucking pain in the ass when you can’t even articulate basic human emotion through written word.
Shopping lists can be hard to write. “I need Miracle Whip” can turn very easily into “I want bacon bits and a large tub of chocolate chip ice cream”. The perception of want and need can get so skewed. For instance, today I was happily click on my little stumbleupon toolbar when I hit this, loved it and went browsing through all of them and then decided “God’s teeth, I need a digital camera!” I was luckily brought down from this impulse-buy-induced coma by “common sense” and a lack of transportation. Plus, I don’t want to get dressed again. I just got home from work.
Suicide notes are probably hard to write. I’ve never written one. Nor have I ever expressed the desire to write one, not even a “practice” one. Jesus, could you imagine a conversation with your mother if she came across your practice goodbye note?
Mom: What’s this?
Me: Uhh .. a suicide note?
Mom: Is it yours?
Me: Uhh .. no?
Mom: It has your name on it.
Me: I probably shouldn’t have signed it yet, huh?
Mom: …
You know what else is hard to write? A love scene! You need a special talent to write really hawt, sweaty, dog-in-heat sex with taste and decorum. Everyone thinks they can though!!! If they didn’t, there would be a huge spike in the quality of romance novels and they wouldn’t be considered so trashy. Those are just the ladies who have been lucky enough to get published. Poor, hapless sods like myself head over to adultfanfiction.net to air out our nasty drawers and get down in the gutter with our favourite book/movie/celebrity character.
Fanfic writers often start out as fanfic readers who read mountains of the stuff and go through bad stuff and good stuff, really good stuff and awful, down-right filthy, horrible, wouldn’t-read-it-if-I-were-constipated-on-the-john fanfic and eventually, they read so much fanfic they think they can write it! Here, I am using the royal “they” but really I’m just talking about me. I am they, in this case. So here I am, writing my little heart out, fulfiilling tiny fantasies that other fanfic writers haven’t only because the ’ship is so riddled with the same lame-ass cliches that every good writer has by now abandoned it for a sicker or sexier ’ship and I can’t write a love scene!!
Everytime I start a sentence, an image pops up into my mind, the same one of a boulder, the sea and the characters have been transformed into a pirate and a sea wench and anything the characters do will be performed by pirate and sea wench on said boulder in my mind’s eye and I’m left feeling like I’ve turned anything actually good into a stupid romance novel that deserves to buried at the back of Goodwill with old Archie comics.