Too often I write with knowledge of what I want to write about beforehand. It is often more pleasant to sit down and write, as I do, just waiting for a story to unfold itself at my finger tips. It is likely more enjoyable for me to write these stories than it is for you to read them. But with every opportunity I attempt to leave open ends and skip detail in attempts to get your own mind working to fill in the blanks; I attempt to create a richer environment, for anybody can just tell a story, but it takes a lot to tell a story well. Just think of those campfire stories you've been told, or for those of you that don't live inside a movie think of that one uncle that always had an interesting way to tell a story. These people could tell a story about a blade of grass and make it interesting, some have gone as far as writing about a dying blade of grass in a bestselling novel.
...somewhere when I started writing this I may have had a point to make, but I'm not sure that I do anymore. I can't claim to be a great story teller, I may be able to think of a story but I'm not always able to convey it in an interesting manner -- and as some point out my technical ability has a lot to be desired.
I think quite often people are disappointed with stories since they never really share anything new, they are often only a particular instances of a fantasy you've had many times. Quite often you can read about the standard fantasy of travelling oversees and falling in love with the most wonderful person and spend the rest of your lives together. Other times you get the more elaborate fantasy of being recruited to work for some top secret institution and your family, or close friends, don't even get to know where you are, but know you'll be coming back in sometime in the future. Unfortunately nobody ever really writes about one of our favorite fantasies, for guys it's being abducted by aliens and being subjected to numerous sexual experiments, for women it's being abducted by aliens who are interested in the effect the consumption of chocolate has on humans. We all have this generally very unusual dreams and fictional realities to escape to, even the most brutal of fictions in the end have a joyous recovery (one of course would have to exclude some of my writings earlier in 1997).
What interests me most is how too often people attempt to assign meaning to their fantasies, particularly dreams. And it is always some stupid aspect of the dream that is pointed out: the knife symbolizes particular turmoil in one's life. There is just never an analysis of what it means when you're eating giant marshmallows on a jello bed, maybe it means that hey, you like to eat marshmallows and your bed is too hard in reality. But no, one particular coke addict in history analyzed dreams and everything must follow from that...
There is no real point to this, I think I've just realized that. But admit it, just sometimes you'd like to open the fridge and catch the fruits having a party, or you'd like to open the front door to discover somebody accidently left 30 kilograms of gold carelessly outside. I find this type of story more interesting than the mass produced drama and horror, every so often I think that people, at least me, would like something just a little bit different, told in some weird fashion, or where something really different happens. No instead we require the worlds best story tellers and actors to portray the most mundane adventures and perils... of course, that is a talent, and a great one, just in this light it sort of makes people like me that attempt to create new stories seem more important, and in the end this is my rant, and I should probably feel important in it.