I can only say that write as if I were telling you the story in person.
It shows, I'm quite sure. Much to my chagrin.
I do like the ability to edit that speech when I'm writing, I must admit. My thoughts always seem to be so much more eloquent in my mind than what comes out of my mouth in actual conversation. Writing it down allows me to distill a day's worth of thoughts, reflections and realizations into a more concise story. In conversation, I'm one of those manic types, who jumps from thought to thought, in and out of the box, derailing the train of conversation with odd lateral thinking. When writing, I can pull from immediate thoughts, emotions and memories, tying it together in what is hopefully a narrative worthy of interest. Actually, I think "narrative" is probably the best term to describe how I approach it. Sometimes the photos inspire the narrative, sometimes vice versa.
I read some of the stories here and I can see such craft in them. They're full of metaphor, hidden subtexts, pregnant with emotional depth and dense vocabulary. I read about "playing with words" and "teasing out meaning" and I also wonder "how do they do that?". I'm looking forward greatly to the results of this experiment. My prose certainly lacks style, in the literary sense. But I'm a visual artist by nature, and can certainly relate to crafting a work, dissecting it to improve it's flow, refining it until it's ready to be seen. I can also learn, and hope to do so.
I've been trying to add a bit more emotion into the stories I write for Cowbird. Find better analogies, or more evocative words and photos. It's quite the crucible for those not trained in the craft, I tell you. I'm always amazed when one of my stories is loved; Thankful that my sparse words could touch or inspire. Thankful that someone could tease out meaning from my thoughts.
This experiment of Jaga's will hopefully help add some art to my stories. This particular one seems quite self-deprecating; It's the first time I've actually thought about writing as a process in a long time. Before this, it was more like a catharsis. Just a telling.
It's time to learn something about the Craft.
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P.S. As for the photo… It dawned on me that I'm just saying that I think my writing's crap. This image from London seemed appropriate.