Between writing and real life

[Siana Blackwood]

So what lies between writing and real life? Just curious .

[butterflywings]

Me!

What do you mean? Do you mean other interests? Like I'm planning on building a chicken coop when I have enough wood, kind of 'between?'

[Siana Blackwood]

I don't know, actually. It's just one of those random questions that pops up. Things like "Talk anything from writing to real life (and everything in between)" just give me this irresistible itch to ask difficult questions and see what happens.

[Rabbit]

'Ask difficult questions and see what happens'. I love that for some reason.

I think my 'in between' is where I'm functioning in the real world but moving around in my own world as well. Maybe wondering how a character would act in my current situation (Sasha would be typing but worried about his robo-dog Stella glitching again; Nathan would be wondering where Aiden is and what that strange hissing noise is on his latest recording, etc.)

[Silvia Grace]

For me, what lies between writing and real life is the middle ground: dreams, both waking and sleeping. This is the place where most of what I write comes to be. This is where I spend much of my time, actually, and I wonder if that is a bad thing.

Real life is the place where I wake up, learn all that I can, do chores, unravel concrete mysteries, find friends, overcome obstacles, grow, and manage as best I can. I live here, but I know that only while I am here. There is much to be both lamented and lauded in regards to this place.

Writing is where I live in a way that I don't anywhere else. It is where every breath I breathe is frighteningly alive and every thing I write breathes along with me, with the same alarming realness. It is where I spin myself out upon the page, whether or not that is my intent. It is where I create things that otherwise would never be. It is where I manage pain and loneliness when they rear their ugly heads.

Dreams are where I drift, neither in one place or the other. I create mysteries of my own, discover friends within my own mind, and teach myself of things I didn't know I knew. I travel to worlds unexplored, where things are revealed to me and I am under compulsion to record them. I learn, I teach; I live, I die; I fly, I fall; I succeed, I fail; I love, I hate. All within dreams. And this all carries over to both writing and real life. Therefore, it is the in between. What happens here is varied and unpredictable. It is sometimes wonderful and sometimes terrible.

Wow, this was a long, rambly post. Sorry. I'm sleepy too, so that doesn't help the coherency any. *headdesk*

I may be back tomorrow to either delete this or completely change it. I don't know. My tired brain is not functioning very well at the moment.

[Siana Blackwood]

Don't delete it! That was awesome!

[Silvia Grace]

Thanks, Siana. I'll leave it, then, I suppose. I did discover a typo, though...

*twitches*

*goes to fix it*

[marsbareater12]

I like the dreams thing! Makes sense!

To me, it's definitely modelling. Modelling isn't real, but it tells a story - yet it's not using words either.

[Agent Double Oh Zero]

Silvia Grace, that's it exactly. =P

I suppose I live in what I call an onion of reality, with many layers of existence, each of which takes me to a new place in my mind. I only exist in the real world because it's the only layer the existence of which I cannot refute. Otherwise, I travel my multiverse, adjusting here, tweaking there, sometimes stopping to write down something I see, but other times, just content to imagine.

And on a side note, I think that of all the furniture that one could disguise as the TARDIS, a bookshelf would be the only one that in any way stays true to the original.

After all, a bookshelf is possibly the only furniture that is truly bigger on the inside.

If we're including more than just furniture, then I suppose I'd include the human mind...although it'd be hard to dress someone's head up as the TARDIS short of stuffing their head in a box.

Don't tell me that the things inside a mind are not so much bigger than the physical space in which they exist!

*Runs off to visit Haven, the home world of the Nocharen Sideas.*