by Madeline Laughs
I would love nothing more to do all day long, except write.
Many of my close personal friends that read my writing these days tell me that I have a very twisted mind. I admit that this is an accurate description, since it is my mind, I kind of know it’s a bit warped. When I was a huge fan of Stephen King’s stories I used to think the same thing about him. Now I know that to be a little creepy on the inside when you’re writing, doesn’t always mean you’re creepy in real life. Those thoughts exist in my mind’s eye, but they are not something I would ever perpetuate in my real life. However, I can most definitely write about them.
There are many passages I’ve written over the past two years that were extremely difficult for me to power through and finish.
For instance, the chapter story I’m currently writing entitled Socially Distorted. Every new chapter is a trial for me to flesh out and complete for publishing. I dislike both of the characters on a primal level. Moving the readership to a space where they feel empathy for either of them is difficult, but I want readers to feel something akin to sympathy because I want to turn the story on it’s head towards the end and I won’t accomplish that unless you guys like them as much as I hate them.
I started writing Socially Distorted soon after I finished another chapter story entitled Insanity. In the beginning I was writing the chapters with a co-author, Marie Hope, but she dropped out soon after the first few chapters were completed and I left the story to rot in the Draft folder for many months. I am finally motivated to see the saga to the end and I’m actually a little excited about some of the ideas I have for new chapters.
Socially Distorted is a satirical take on Insanity. Insanity was based on real life events. Yes, those things really happened to me! Writing that literally tore me to pieces each day that I worked on getting it out. When I would read through the completed chapters I couldn’t believe how much abuse I had allowed to take place. I allowed myself to be abused and I allowed my friends to be abused. None of it was acceptable and none of that should ever have happened, but it did.
After finishing Insanity I wanted to write something funny again. I am usually a funny writer. I like to make people laugh and I like to write funny articles. I didn’t think I’d ever get that knack for making people laugh back. It’s been another trial for me because I took such a huge mental blow in 2010 that resulted in the writing of Insanity. I’m still working out the kinks.
I am not a disciplined writer.
I don’t make outlines or notes.
I don’t have a plan.
I don’t have a goal, well, not a real goal.
I simply sit down at my keyboard and I write.
Every idea that I have is all in my head, so if I die there will be no undiscovered, dusty manuscripts unearthed in my worldly possessions waiting to be published for millions of dollars. Hahahahaha!
I live on a tiny island in the Atlantic Ocean, which you’d think would be the perfect hideaway for a neophyte Hemingway wannabe, and you’d be right. My professional life loans itself to many of the stories I write because everyday that I work I am studying people and their habits. It all works out in such a convenient way.
Perhaps my entire life has been leading to just one thing…writing. That doesn’t mean that I’ll ever be any good at it. It just means I’ll get to complete my journey here on earth doing something that brings me great joy. Isn’t that what life is supposed to be about anyway?
As long as you read it, I will write it. But even if you never read it, I will still write because it is something I am compelled to do and I love it.