I daydream constantly. I am always playing out scenarios in my head about different books I've read, ways they could have ended differently, the not-so-happy ending, the perfect ending, the way one little action could have ultimately thrown the story into a different direction.
Then I make up original stories in my head (and they're awful, horrible, and not at all creative) and then do the same thing to them. Rearrange them, recompose them, play out 1001 different ways that a person could respond to any given situation.
And while I'm doing this inside my head, outwardly I appear as if I am listening intently to whatever it is that someone is saying to me, be it in class, at work, at home... sometimes I miss whole conversations because the characters in my head are more entertaining that what's happening in real life right in front of me.
And I've been doing this for so long, it is now a part of me. People ask me: "What are your dreams?" and I can't even remember what I dream about, because my head is filled with other characters' wants and desires, angers and sorrows. Given a chance, I automatically start daydreaming about a story, a different world, a comment here, a glance there, rather than anything that happens in my actual life.
Which sounds sad now that I try to explain it, but still... *shrug* That's just how it is.
Maybe you should write some of them down? Someone once made the hypothesis that there are two types of writer-- or creative thinker-- people who write things down to see what will happen to their characters and people who play everything out in their heads and never write anything down. I do what you do, to an extent. I get a lot from it - it can be intense and it lets me escape from the every day.
I love that you told me this, by the way. Thank you.
If you're still bored, I wrote two drabbles for you (just to try writing something down). Hopefully they're not too terribly trite and overdone. [Drabble = 100 words]
Rejection
Why?
Blood-red hair slid forward to cover a bloodless face, short nails biting into his skin, pinpricks of blood welling forth.
A sincere offer made with a jaunty smile to hide his damp palms and racing pulse, the rejection lancing sharply into him with a single word.
Why?
With that polite, distant look on his face, Hakkai’s razor smile lodged in Gojyo’s throat, blocking any response Gojyo might have made to that question.
Why?
Gojyo straightened, flipping his hair with a not-quite-smooth movement. A shaky breath.
Why indeed?
Gojyo didn’t care, he told himself. He hadn’t wanted that touch anyway.
Gojyo's Smile
There it was, the one he'd been waiting for all day.
They'd gone through the Everyday smile, the Polite smile, the Won’t You Get That For Me smile, the I'm Actually Angry Right Now smile, the Stop Arguing Now Please smile and finally the What Ways Should Disobedience Be Punished? smile.
Gojyo sighed, shifting slightly closer into Hakkai’s warmth and dozing off from the relaxing feel of fingers soothing his flushed skin. The genuine smile curling on Hakkai's lips right now was the one smile Gojyo always looked for, to keep it private from everyone else.
Ow, that first one hurts. A sincere offer made with a jaunty smile to hide his damp palms and racing pulse. I love that image - in fact all the imagery is very strong. The list of smiles is great, especially the What Ways Should Disobedience Be Punished? smile.
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Date: 2007-01-16 03:26 pm (UTC)Then I make up original stories in my head (and they're awful, horrible, and not at all creative) and then do the same thing to them. Rearrange them, recompose them, play out 1001 different ways that a person could respond to any given situation.
And while I'm doing this inside my head, outwardly I appear as if I am listening intently to whatever it is that someone is saying to me, be it in class, at work, at home... sometimes I miss whole conversations because the characters in my head are more entertaining that what's happening in real life right in front of me.
And I've been doing this for so long, it is now a part of me. People ask me: "What are your dreams?" and I can't even remember what I dream about, because my head is filled with other characters' wants and desires, angers and sorrows. Given a chance, I automatically start daydreaming about a story, a different world, a comment here, a glance there, rather than anything that happens in my actual life.
Which sounds sad now that I try to explain it, but still... *shrug* That's just how it is.
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Date: 2007-01-16 04:39 pm (UTC)I love that you told me this, by the way. Thank you.
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Date: 2007-01-16 10:01 pm (UTC)Rejection
Why?
Blood-red hair slid forward to cover a bloodless face, short nails biting into his skin, pinpricks of blood welling forth.
A sincere offer made with a jaunty smile to hide his damp palms and racing pulse, the rejection lancing sharply into him with a single word.
Why?
With that polite, distant look on his face, Hakkai’s razor smile lodged in Gojyo’s throat, blocking any response Gojyo might have made to that question.
Why?
Gojyo straightened, flipping his hair with a not-quite-smooth movement. A shaky breath.
Why indeed?
Gojyo didn’t care, he told himself. He hadn’t wanted that touch anyway.
Gojyo's Smile
There it was, the one he'd been waiting for all day.
They'd gone through the Everyday smile, the Polite smile, the Won’t You Get That For Me smile, the I'm Actually Angry Right Now smile, the Stop Arguing Now Please smile and finally the What Ways Should Disobedience Be Punished? smile.
Gojyo sighed, shifting slightly closer into Hakkai’s warmth and dozing off from the relaxing feel of fingers soothing his flushed skin. The genuine smile curling on Hakkai's lips right now was the one smile Gojyo always looked for, to keep it private from everyone else.
That was his smile.
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Date: 2007-01-17 01:56 pm (UTC)