I was once told that my poetry was amazing but my fiction sounded like it was a Saterday morning cartoon. I probably should have been insulted, but honestly my love for poetry is matched only by my live of cartoons and animation in general.
My tastes have always been eclectic, but my matto has always been; have fun while writing. If something stops being fun its hard for me to finish, or even get enough motivation to think about finishing.
As a result I like to write thoughtful poetry, I view much of my poetry as philosophical, my meditations on the world around me and how my mind interacts with said surroundings.
But my fiction is always about what makes me happy. What I find, fun, and cool to write. And as someone who grew up in the late 1990s and 2000s much of what I feel makes entertaining fiction is the same things that made me fall in live with shows like Pokemon, Digimon, Transformers, Dragon Ball Z, and other cartoons from that era. In some sense I never really grew up, I still like to keep up with the latest cartoons and video games, many of which are for an audience much younger then me.
So in some sense I’ve never really grown up–but I feel as though in other ways I’m one of the few people who have. I don’t hate things just because it’s cool to, and I refuse to see something just because it’s the “it” thing to see. I read the Gane of Thrones books, but I have yet to see the show due to time constraints. And honestly…I’m not really sure I’m missing much. I love Star Wars, and Law and Order, and plenty of other “normal” things.
But when I use my imagination to try and write some kind of story, I always seem to rewind to a ten year old kid who thinks; “wouldn’t it be cool to go on an adventure with monsters, and magic.” And so that’s what I end up writing.
Now, part of me feels like I’m makeing excuses. I’m about to post some episodic stories here on this blog that some people are going to call childish. And when thay happens and they ask me why I’m going to point them to this article. But I also wanted to spend some time thinking about the strange dichotomy of my writing.
Now as for this blog, the reason I don’t have separate a blog for my fiction has mostly to do with money. I pay for this domain and paying for a second one that’s probably only going to have a few followers seems like a waste of time.
But there is a second reason–a lot of my fiction helps to inspire my poetry, even when it doesn’t seem like it. Character poetry, and poems about the history and setting of the world is something I do all the time. And I like to be able to tag what poems go into what setting.
Now, would I ever consider separating my fiction into a separate blog. I’d never rule it out, but there would have to be some benefit for me, and honestly, right now there just isn’t.
Anyways this has all gone on long enough, my basic point is that I have two very different styles of writing that have always existed side by side, dispite how different they are. And I don’t think that’s a bad thing. But those are just my rambling thoughts….