writing

[azurelunatic]

Had a bit of a conflict today. Ended with me stomping off to my room and slamming the door. It was over writing. I get all hyped up over little bits of my writing that I have to get just perfect every here and there. Unfortunately, these little bits are usually the funny bits in a mostly serious piece, and Sis gets ticked when she thinks I'm treating a serious subject lightly.

The thing is, I don't have the world experience to write deep soul-searching articles about the Really Deep Shit like she does. I don't have the experience with anything but the shallow stuff. So I'm writing a mostly serious and very helpful article about the shallow crap, and she steams at me for treating the subject lightly, and I steam back that this is what I know, and if I tried to write deep articles about Deep Stuff then I'd look worse on paper than Silver Ravenwolf. (General apologies to anyone who likes her writing -- your taste in literature is your own business. Her writing is just not read in our house, except for fun, to make commentary and technical corrections. I'm sure she's a nice person; she just doesn't really make herself clear on paper.) I ended up stomping into my room and slamming the door.

I've been on edge these last two or three days. Usually I'd just sigh and give it up. Today I felt like making an issue out of it. And just now I got bonked on the shoulder with a duct-tape weapon and jumped upon he who did it, unfairly using my performance-trained lungs. Don't touch me when I don't see you and my ears are covered, especially while I'm writing, unless you're one specific person, that person being either Darkside, or Darkside's good alter ego Best Friend the Gentleman.

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[todfox.livejournal.com]

Without humor, tragedy is useless. In order to lament being trapped in the dark. The Sandman knew this, Shakespeare knew this, so it's too bad that your sister doesn't see it too.

I know I'd love to see some of your writing posted in your journal, if you wished to do so.

Silver doesn't bother me much. She seems harmless in the way that earth is "mostly harmless."

[azurelunatic]

Oh, Sis sees the need for humor. She's just a little ... well ... hyper-touchy on the issue of religious humor. I don't express myself when spoken half as well as I do in writing, and my bobbing suddenly out of my room demanding to know several authors that you would not want your cat to be shredding was rather incongruous to her. I tried to explain the article, and we got down several tracks that weren't anything like the article. Some forms of religious humor, specifically "person poking fun at the peculiarities of their own religion" unfortunately is invariably taken by her as "outsider pointing out things that really look bad taken out of context." This really steams me, because if we can't laugh at ourselves, who should we laugh at? If we can't laugh at ourselves, and in fact get enraged at "others" laughing at us, then if we laugh at "them," we're just as bad as they are...

As a matter of fact, I was not writing an article strictly for humor at all. I was writing it about catproofing for those witches with a new familiar (being new to it myself) and the bit about authors was merely for an example of the books you might want to put out of kitty reach. She, hearing that I was writing about familiars, suggested that I write about something *useful* regarding familiars, such as the use of their energies in ritual. (By this time the discussion had progressed to the level of an actual argument.) I shouted back that she was always telling me to write about what I knew, and since I didn't fucking know anything about that, I'd better damn well stick with catproofing. And slammed the door.

Having thus vented my frustration, I was ready to talk seriously with her when she poked her nose in a few moments later. There were mutual apologies and I think writing will go better in the future, whether I learn to keep my mouth shut while writing or not. It's probably bitchy witchy week in any case.