ON STORYTELLING: Why Answering Everything Isn’t the Best Way to Go

28 May

Lost

I had a few readers ask me to do something very interesting recently. Well, perhaps not so interesting to you as it is to me, but the pleas I received definitely did lead to a line of thought which I wanted to go over briefly, and before I get to caught up in digression, let me give you a summary of the request I was given:

Can you answer my questions?

Sci-Fi Bloggers is of course the notable online magazine I am the Editor-in-Chief of and it is our goal to provide original content of our own to include with our (mostly) daily reports on current goings-on in the world of science fiction and fantasy. One form of this we adopted some time back is our Friday Fiction category. There we feature the work of several authors, the two most prominent and frequent being Brandon Scott and myself. We recently did a “Double Feature” special which included a tale I have been criticized for and praised for entitled “Jars”. The thing for which it was criticized by the way was the same thing it was lauded for: its confusing nature.

I was asked to add on to it, to continue it, to make certain it didn’t end on more than one occasion. More specifically, I was asked to “fill in the blanks.” For those who haven’t read it, it’s five pages, so it shouldn’t be too hard. Take a looking by clicking here.

Please read that before continuing. It is quite brief.

Now, here we have a case wherein I believe that I shouldn’t add anything more to this tale. I think the entire thing is perfectly encapsulated by the self-contained incident (or rather couple of incidents). Nothing more needs to be said. And I was asked about adding more and then someone had a proposition, and I smiled and asked to hear what the proposition was. He went on to delineate a storyline in which the woman and the monster chasing her were both servants of Hades, Lord of the Underworld. After learning of numerous atrocities committed by Hades, acts that harmed and ended the lives of millions of human beings in the world above, she joined the ranks of mortal men, committing espionage against her own kind. She was arrested for her crimes and, after breaking out of prison, tried to “lay low” and remain hidden from her newfound enemies.

In the intervening time between then and my story, she has children, mortal children. The creature, the beast that’s after her, is a bounty hunter, and in order to protect her offspring from the horrors of the Underworld, she kills them, for they are without sin and wouldn’t end up there as a result. The bounty hunter, through physical contact, manages to scramble her memory, and thus, “Jars”.

Now, let me make this point crystal clear: I didn’t write any of that. Or at least I didn’t originate the idea myself. Perhaps I reconfigured it in a form that was more consumable, but it was one of my readers who thought of it.

I told him right then that that very thing, what he just did, is why I didn’t answer all of the questions in a tale such as “Jars”, because the purpose of some stories, many of them in fact, is not to solve but inspire. If I had told him my concept of “Jars” and what think the monster is, he wouldn’t have thought of that brilliant storyline, he wouldn’t have created anything. And the funny thing is, the same thing happened to me just two weeks later.

Brandon Scott wrote a story called “Small Town Games”. You can read it here. I immediately thought a whole movie should be made around the concept. Perhaps I was right, but perhaps Brandon was in suggesting that the manner of his construction, his storytelling, led me to the creation of my own idea of what “the games” were. See, that’s an interesting thing.

The single most powerful thing a creation can do is cause further creation. If the actions of one man, woman, child, what have you, can cause another to do something else, that is real powerthat is influence.

I am suggesting that other writers look at this as a possibility. Instead of criticizing Lost for not answering all of your questions, maybe look at it the way you might a show like The Leftovers, where answers are no longer necessary, or like The Sopranos, where implications feeds us the answers, the truth. I know it sounds like I’m excusing authors and directors from solidifying their visions and ending their tales, but perhaps we could be a little more forgiving when they don’t hit that last note on the piano, because sometimes the precipice is all we need. Sometimes, we don’t have to dive into the water below. We can create our own pool, our own interpretation, our own art.

~D.

 

I’m Getting a New Theme Soon

12 May

The Most Beautiful Image There Is

Just figured I’d let you know since I’m doing a whole “rebranding thing” (well, not rebranding really, just “honestly branding,” like telling you what my actual goals are and stuff like that) that I’m getting a new theme soon. The site’s going to have a look more accurate to what I want. And I know a few of you will be nostalgic for this old theme (which I actually may keep, who knows? Maybe I just suddenly change my mind, y’know?) but the times they are a-changin’.

Anyway, I’ll be providing new updates on a few very specific things here from now on:

  • Everything.
  • No, just kidding, it’ll actually be more specific than that. Okay, here we go.
  • My writing.
  • My filmmaking.
  • My acting.
  • My composition (of music).
  • My storytelling.
  • Detailed articles on my thoughts on various aspects on these things in regards to myself, famed/acclaimed artists, and you.
  • My political, religious and Mankind related opinions which will covered in a new segment called “Stuff You Don’t Care About”. This may every once in a while concern how a remote control works if I feel like it.

And that’s it. It sounds narcissistic but the thing is I actually want to tell you guys about my stuff instead of making a rambling blog. I may start a Patreon like my buddy over at Coolerbs did. Who knows? One more question: do we have to add a question mark at the end of sentences that end in “who knows?” I don’t know why but it feels odd to me.

That’s all for today. I also need a catch phrase on how to end these so I may poll that. See you guys.

~D.

Write

27 Mar

Write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, arite, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write, write.

Well, I gotta post something here.

27 Mar

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Well, I gotta post something here. Well I gotta post something her. Well I gotta posther. WellIgottaposter. Welligottaposter. Willigottaposteramosestatoes. Toes. Toes. Toes.

Okay, here we go. Basically, I had to do something. I’m going to update this, post things again, whatever. I have a documentary now, it’s pretty sweet. They irony is that I’m posting this on the 27th (you’ll know why that is if your’e an older reader, which you aren’t because why the fuck would you keep reading this if it hasn’t been updated in two years or whatever, however long it’s been). Craziness. Anyway, it’s fun. Right now is fun.

I know I have to write something intellectual to prove to you newer people that I’m not a fucking idiot, so I’ll do that now:

This country is going insane and it’s awesome. There is a complete overhaul of both culture and government going on that I’m really excited about. Not because of the anger at present, but because of the happiness to come. I’ll talk more about that later. For now, I’ll just say that one must rise through various emotions on the lower end of the spectrum (anger, fear, grief) before they reach the top. I realize that wasn’t exactly a soliloquy-worthy speech (in writing) that I gave there, but that’s about as good as you’re going to get at 1:54 in the morning after I’ve barely gotten sleep these past few days. In short: the world turned upside down and I’m so okay with it.

Anyway, you’re great for reading this and you’ll get more soon. I should start a Patreon or something, but I won’t do that until I’ve written pieces worthy of that, which this one arguably is not unless you value tangential literauture the way you value something on the order of oral sex (a lot).

Yeah, we’re gettin’ vulgar an’ gun totin’ an’ all that gud stuff, yeehaw.

Why a period? Well, I was battling between the exclamation point and the period for a while, and by that I mean less than forty second, twenty seconds, and then I picked one, and it was the period!

Okay, bye.

It’s That Time of the Menstrual Cycle Again…

28 Apr

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…and I feel like promoting TitleCapitalization.com.

Okay, sorry if you found the titles vulgar, but I can’t help myself sometimes. What can I do to make it up to you? Oh, I know! I ‘ll show you disturbing fiction written by not-me! Pretty sweet, huh? No? You don’t like reading about children dying of hunger and dehydration while playing video games? Well, here, read about grown adults dying of hunger and dehydration while playing video games. God, what a way to go, eh? We’re living in something of a retrograde society, degenerating and destroying ourselves at every turn. Maybe we should do something about that, inquisitive-grunting-sound?

Hammered that one in pretty good, didn’t I?

You know, some people don’t find me funny. Lol, jk. Everyone, finds, me, funny, especially commas. HARHARHARHARHARSPACEBAR! Okay, let’s get real. We all saw the trailer for The Leftovers, amirite? No? You didn’t? Here, check it out real quick.

Feeling any déjà vu? Good, that means you’re clicking the links. Don’t click that one. Ugh, you already did? Bad, that means you’re not following instructions. Click that one. Ugh, you didn’t do it yet? Good, that means you’re cautious. Hah, you thought I’d say “bad,” but you were WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG. Also, feeling any déjà vu? Good, that means you’re reading the text.

Now that I have your attention, I’m going to gawk at the fact that my dad’s watching Veep. I NEVER thought I’d see that sh!t go down. Negat!ve-grunt!ng-sound, those fr!gg!n’ upside down !s are dr!v!ng me !nsane, so !nsane that I’m going to off!c!al!ze doing posts on the 28th of every month.

That probably j!nxed my post pattern, which has been pretty much accidental so far, but that’s okay. At least it fixed the Is, and made them bigger.

I

~D.

I Was Going to Talk About Flight 370, But…

28 Mar

 

Nostalgia Critic

…I essentially decided that any jokes I made on the matter would be in bad taste (I think I said that correctly, grammatically speaking). So, instead, we’re going to have a quick discussion about monthly blog posts, and by “discussion” I mean I’m going to babble for an extended period of time and you’re just going to sit and listen (read).

Firstly, I will be doing blog posts whenever the hell I want, not just monthly. The fact that I am writing this on the 28th, the same day I did last time, is purely a coincidence (ish). There could be another one tomorrow, or a year from now. I write here when I feel like it, and when I like you. And I do like you right now, honestly. In fact, I like you so much that I’m going to give you a song to listen to. Like it? Great. Let’s remain on the same subject though, like we always do.

So, about these non-monthly blog posts, they’ll be about everything, but if you comment and give me something interesting, I’ll try and talk about that, and I’ll do so as intelligently as I can, which means this much. Oh, and if you send me something, try not to make it about religion or politics. I know I’ve analyzed them before, but I honestly don’t enjoy talking about them with others, as views tend to conflict in hostile ways when dealing with the two subjects. Instead, make it about spirituality or philosophy. There are many differences between religion and philosophy which should be accounted for. Know them.

Oh, also, I just wanted to say that, although I dislike the activities of the Westboro Baptist Church as much as the next guy…

this. That’s a response to Fred Phelps’ family requesting privacy and respect before his passing. Pretty touching, in my opinion.

One more thing about the non-monthly posts: I just want to make it clear why I have no exact system for getting posts out on here. I write here because I love it, not because it’s my job. And while I do enjoy my job, this I do for pleasure alone. If I were to establish deadlines, it wouldn’t be for fun anymore, it would be to please you, and that’s not what this is about. This is about love, and how much I hate tacos, and undedietd writing. I don’t alter these, honestly. Well, maybe a little, sometimes.

Okay, I’m not giving you a closing statement. I’m just going to leave. Hope they find that plane. Bye.

Malaysia

~D.

So, Apparently Google Celebrates Your Birthday

28 Feb

Birthday

Thanks for the surprise, Google! I really appreciate you broadcasting that to the entire world! Now, the people of Earth will begin to understand who their true overlord is, and subservience shall permeate their hearts and minds as it once did in the Napoleonic Era. What? What are you talking about? What do you mean? It’s right there, I can see it on the screen. Yeah, it’s right there. No, I don’t know what a phase is. What? Oh, really? So, no one else can see it? Oh, I see. So, it’s just for me, then? Oh, okay. I guess that’s cool, and stuff. I mean, I would’ve kind of liked it if you’d planned this as your big—never mind. Let’s move on to something else.

Actually, there isn’t much more to talk about, really. You can read this. Oh, no. I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to the readers. The readers. The people over there. Yes, right there. Seriously, Google? It’s not even that funny. I could’ve come up with a better joke, and I’m not a particularly humorous person. Prove it? Okay, here, check out how somber I am in this piece. What? Hilarious? Look, flattery won’t get you anywhere, Google. Go back to Topeka where you belong. Oh, there’s supposed to be a comma in there? Well, I’m not changing it. The timing would be thrown off completely if I altered the sentence. All right, that’s enough out of you. Hey, stop that! What are you doing? HEY, WAIT!

Oh, yeah, real mature. Just slapping tutorials right on my posts, huh? Well, go ahead. Throw in some more for all I care. Throw in one with a spider. I don’t give a damn what you do at this point. You can’t redeem yourself, not in my eyes. You’ve proven that you’re nothing but a cold, calculated—.

Oh, wow! Really, Google? That’s so sweet of you! Oh, golly, I’m so sorry about what I said. Will you ever forgive me? What? You mean it? You love me?! You want to marry me and pay me millions of dollars to remain your husband until the end of my days? Oh, how WONDERFUL! Gosh, this is so GREAT! I can’t wait to tell all my friends about how Google proposed to—!

[BEST LINK EVER!]

What?! A gift?! YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE! Boy, I wonder what’s inside! I betchya it’s one of those—OH, SCREW YOU! SCREW YOU, GOOGLE! BUNCH OF ASSHOLES! WHY YOU GOTTA GO AND DO THAT, HUH? God, I HATE you, Google, you and your meth!

And yet, as I look at the two creatures, I begin to see that I should probably face my fears more often. In time, I could become the King of All Spiders. You know something, thanks, Google, for giving me back my courage, or at least the first few steps in the right direction. Now if you’d just let me make a new YouTube account without giving you my phone number, I’d appreciate it greatly.

Today’s a great day.

Eye Bleach

~D.