I cannot fucking write short stories to save my life. Somewhere between a paragraph and ten pages in I get bored. I start complaining. I hate my characters. I hate their names. I hate the way they look. I hate the shit they say and the way I say it. I always start off with ideas that I'm really excited about then it falls flat after four pages. I think my problem is that I like adding details so much that I become obsessive and forget about doing anything with the story part. I also obsess about being cliche.
I also usually write from a guy's perspective which is kind of strange.
I have a 10 page story about an at-home sales representative who entertains himself by listening to his neighbors through the walls. I have a 3 page story about a guy who calls and collects numbers written in bathroom stalls. I have countless stories that are a page or a paragraph that I just couldn't look at anymore. The only story I ever really finished was called "Hollow." It's 19 pages long and I hate it.
With all of the shit I've had to do this semester I haven't been able to write on my own too much and it's really pissing me off. I'm much better with poems than stories because they fit my obsessive nature. It's okay, even encouraged, to obsess over every word.
Gahhh. On to the dozen papers I have yet to finish.
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