I often feel as if I’m writing not for a particular audience but for a better version of myself—a version that can’t be dismissive or judgmental, a version that understands that in order to write the kind of fiction I strive to write, it’s essential to feel compassion for even the least sympathetic people. And … More “-it’s the emotional generosity with which they treat all of their characters.”
Heisui asked the other day, or maybe implied is the better choice of word, why I write about the same things here – why I only touch upon certain and specific topics, and leave trails of what seems like hints and cryptic messages on several others. The truth is, I realize it too. To be honest, I’m also … More blunt pencils (the storyteller).
It’s like I’d accidentally unlocked a forgotten compartment in my heart tonight and now my emotions are splayed all over the walls; that’s a terrible shade of regret, shame, embarrassment, and immaturity. I want to apologize for being this way – for diving emotion-deep first, every time. It is like I never fucking learn, isn’t it? I came … More The Onionsoul Edition: #1045.