Writing

"There's nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein." ~Walter Wellesley "Red" Smith

Im here on campus writing so I've included a picture of my journalism school...

Today has been perhaps the coldest day of fall thus far and marks the descent into winter. Rain has pelted down intermittently and the wind blusters through around campus. It makes it a nice atmosphere for writing and since I am trying my hand at fiction for a class assignment it fits rather nicely. I am pondering the main character in my story. I fear I model her too much off of what I foresee in my future in both good ways and bad in terms of the toll my career aspirations could take on me. That doesn't deter me from my plans however as I am careful to not forget my convictions. This character in my story has similar convictions and I guess it lines itself with that old adage of write what you know. Well I know that I want to live boldly, even more, I want to make an impact. I know that I am not completely there in terms of what that will require of my courage or ability to write but I view the learning opportunities ahead as fated preparation. I know that I will work hard and I know that inside and out of my career I was to be able to have a full life, a life that relishes in the beauty of this world. That is the struggle for the character in the story, to embrace the beauty of the world despite all of the horrific things she has witnessed with humans and animals at the hands of evil. I am encompassing an element into the story concerning horse slaughter because the more I learn, the angrier I get and it channels into my writing. The character in my story will save a particular group of horses but I know that in this fiction scenario and in real life, there are countless other animals (and people) that desperately need help and I hope to have the strength to work to make some small impact continuous despite the immensity of the world's problems.