Character Vs Narrator: Where is Your Sympathy? by squanderdalfast, literature
Literature
Character Vs Narrator: Where is Your Sympathy?
These posts are adapted from the 20 minute lessons on story telling presented by Dan at the beginning of our Workshop! Workshop! show. Which runs on twitch.tv/storyluck 6pm on Monday Building off of what we talked about the other day, which is the concept that you as 1st person narrator can be separate from you as a character. This gives you a lot of leeway and choice in how you frame a story. Think about whether your narratorial voice has biases, has interests, or predilections. Do you like one character more? You can make artistic choices here! Take time to play with the story. Play with who you as narrator sympathies with. For example, maybe in your story you’re running through the woods and there’s a bear. Maybe you get attacked or maybe it runs you away from the camp. For you as a character, that could be a courageous moment, or perhaps you’re scared and you run away. You can always choose to lean into what you feel is the truth there. But as a narrator with a voice, you can
Character Vs Narrator as Storytelling Concept by squanderdalfast, literature
Literature
Character Vs Narrator as Storytelling Concept
One idea that’s intuitive to implement in terms of storytelling, is the idea that you as a narrator are separate from the you as a character in your story. But it’s learned implicitly rather than explicitly. So once you realize the mechanic is happening, it’s good to go back and think about why it exists, and how you can play with it. Character you, vs Narrator you ties in nicely with the various studies discussed in the book Elephant in the Brain. (All links are affiliate links). In that book, they talk about you as your actions vs you as your motivations vs you as storyteller. The reason this concept is intuitive and easy for us to implement in our stories is that that’s exactly how our consciousness works. We act, and we narrativize the action afterwards. So it makes sense that we naturally tell the stories of our actions from a perspective of a narrator detached from those actions. So what does this mean for story? What does it mean if you’re telling a story about yourself
Why not a humor catagory by squanderdalfast, literature
Literature
Why not a humor catagory
I must accumulate
Things.
Money = freedom.
They begs us to keep shopping.
They.
Show me how to walk,
by driving me where I need to go.
Away.
And we all need
easy places to get away,
too.
Click-click the TV clicker.
A double plus good click
opens the fresh destination in the new window.
So I can browse, the novel Amazon book,
one that waits to whisk me away,
to some easy place,
where I can be unlonely with surgically possible girls,
who treat me like Jeanie, because I love to dream.
In my sleep I push cash for independence.
Then the nightmare black tang in my nostrils notice Phillip Morris in my hair;
(At least we have
Mass communication killed a gf by squanderdalfast, literature
Literature
Mass communication killed a gf
Mass Media and Global Communication Once Affected My Life
"David-"
"Sarah, I have something very important to tell you," David cut her off.
"I love you." She bit her lip and reached across the table with the palms her hands.
"I love you too." Along the white table cloth he took her hands. "But, no woman could ever satisfy me. I've been reading Playboy and Maxim for the last five years, and until they make Photoshop seventy point oh, I'm going to have to abstain from non filtered females. You see, I just can't deal with your proportions."
"What?" She almost laughed.
"I know you're attractive. Obviously, on some level I recognize t
Mass Media and Global Communic by squanderdalfast, literature
Literature
Mass Media and Global Communic
Mass Media and Global Communication Once Affected My Life
"David-"
"Sarah, I have something very important to tell you," David cut her off.
"I love you." She bit her lip and reached across the table with the palms her hands.
"I love you too." Along the white table cloth he took her hands. "But, no woman could ever satisfy me. I've been reading Playboy and Maxim for the last five years, and until they make Photoshop seventy point oh, I'm going to have to abstain from non filtered females. You see, I just can't deal with your proportions."
"What?" She almost laughed.
"I know you're attractive. Obviously, on some level I recognize t
Mirror my life
A man stands in front of a giant mirror in a bathroom with marked off stalls only the actor can see. He uses the full space, plays with the soaps and looks in the mirror a lot.
Walks into bathroom. A couple of people walk out. Washes face mumbles to himself for a bit. Then starts to give himself a little pep talk. Leaves water running.
Man: I like her. That's all there is to it. I like her. So it's okay. She is a sweet girl, and I like sweet girls. {Sigh} Why does she have to be beautiful and drunk and want me? Why can't she be everything I want and don't know I want, sober, as well as want me? And not just that, not just wa
HigenVigne VeefulVoffle is a h by squanderdalfast, literature
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HigenVigne VeefulVoffle is a h
HigenVigenVeefulVoful is a Hard Name to Live Down
DJ had me pinned against the ceiling. One hand. "I've got you now, Super Danny."
"NO…. you… don't," I struggled to breathe against his five tendrils as they poked through my tiny rib cage.
I forced all my 50lbs to the left. My brother felt the shift and let go, only to catch me again with both hands before I could fall disastrously to the floor.
"HahA." He smiled as he held me out from him, my arms pinned to my sides by his giant hands.
I was frightened. I was breaking character. "DJ. Let me down. I've had enough."
His response was to shake me.
"DJ, I will kick you in the balls." I swal
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Cat's fuel my work
You know, I think, it must be the colors. It must be the colors and the kids that keep me alive, because it's not the music. The music reminds me of the Boatman. It's cold and it's got a hood but no face, it's looking for copper. It isn't like it used to be. It isn't what it once was. But maybe that's just me. You know, I guess we all feel that way, eventually, when we get here.
There was this band, the KLF, they said something like that once, I think. In a book they wrote, Time Lords, when they stopped. They promised to release their next album when world peace reigned.
I come to these dives and I watch these Mick
Character Vs Narrator: Where is Your Sympathy? by squanderdalfast, literature
Literature
Character Vs Narrator: Where is Your Sympathy?
These posts are adapted from the 20 minute lessons on story telling presented by Dan at the beginning of our Workshop! Workshop! show. Which runs on twitch.tv/storyluck 6pm on Monday Building off of what we talked about the other day, which is the concept that you as 1st person narrator can be separate from you as a character. This gives you a lot of leeway and choice in how you frame a story. Think about whether your narratorial voice has biases, has interests, or predilections. Do you like one character more? You can make artistic choices here! Take time to play with the story. Play with who you as narrator sympathies with. For example, maybe in your story you’re running through the woods and there’s a bear. Maybe you get attacked or maybe it runs you away from the camp. For you as a character, that could be a courageous moment, or perhaps you’re scared and you run away. You can always choose to lean into what you feel is the truth there. But as a narrator with a voice, you can
Character Vs Narrator as Storytelling Concept by squanderdalfast, literature
Literature
Character Vs Narrator as Storytelling Concept
One idea that’s intuitive to implement in terms of storytelling, is the idea that you as a narrator are separate from the you as a character in your story. But it’s learned implicitly rather than explicitly. So once you realize the mechanic is happening, it’s good to go back and think about why it exists, and how you can play with it. Character you, vs Narrator you ties in nicely with the various studies discussed in the book Elephant in the Brain. (All links are affiliate links). In that book, they talk about you as your actions vs you as your motivations vs you as storyteller. The reason this concept is intuitive and easy for us to implement in our stories is that that’s exactly how our consciousness works. We act, and we narrativize the action afterwards. So it makes sense that we naturally tell the stories of our actions from a perspective of a narrator detached from those actions. So what does this mean for story? What does it mean if you’re telling a story about yourself
Read Like a poem with a sad v by squanderdalfast, literature
Literature
Read Like a poem with a sad v
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A Crush
I was headed home from a late night class and I happened past the local Westerville coffee house. I'm sure it has a cute name, but even though I have lived across the street from it for two years, those aren't the types of things I tend to remember. The types of things I do remember are beautiful girls. I'm a disseffectual little boy and I'm quick to anger due to my surroundings, so as I headed past the coffee shop I was damning all the kids sitting outside. Their emo outfits and their dirty hippie looks, I damned the fact that they were probably all hopped up on goofballs. I damned the fact that they, … in their midst was the most b
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Dirty Swans
Erik Eskar sat alone at Timmish's bar. Alone with himself, with his Cutty Sark. Alone with a bartender. Alone with his thoughts, his weakness, his disease. Alone with a badgerer next to him.
"You look down on your luck, eh buddy?" The badgerer's head was poorly combed. His business jacket probably hadn't seen a business day for some time. He was a new guy, a tourist, and the kind of man whose wife likes quaint towns. The kind of guy who liked to spend his days in sunless bars while his wife shopped for trinkets among the charming people.
Erik stared at the neat little frosted glass, at the imprint his thumb and two fin
Current Residence: Oh Favourite genre of music: alt indi experemental rock Operating System: no fave MP3 player of choice: winamp Shell of choice: null Wallpaper of choice: constantly changing Skin of choice: defult Favourite cartoon character: a short barbarian who was fast Personal Quote: laziness justifies everything
Okay, I'm bragging.
Thanks for not being too harsh.
I don't know how many of you know about this. I helped a friend out with a screenplay for an independent movie he was producing. He gave me writing credits on it. That was a while ago. The movie was screened in Cleveland and it was a lot of fun. Here is the website www.ardentonline.com
Now here is the big news. It got accepted to a film festival.
http://www.nyfilmvideo.com/2004/ny2004/attrition/attrition.htm
And now I have to deal with the fact that my work has actually been accepted somewhere by someone. (Not that you haven't been totally suportive.) It's not Cannes or Sundance or eve
Hey, thanks for the comment; I don't usually get such detailed critiques. And by that, I mean I don't usually get anything much past "kewl!" and "that was fun." ^_^() Thanks.