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SamIO
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I'll find myself loosely associating a few of these things in my mind and end up with scraps that inspire me, spur my muse into fleeting overdrive, and fall into the aether as quickly they came some days later. But I've always loved the time I get with these moments, and wished I could do better than hope for a way to explore them. I guess this is my way of asking for help. ^.^;
Roleplay has been my favored form of expression for such a long time now that I seldom consider an alternative means of handling the business going on in my head. Once upon a time, I'd draw it or music it, but these days I've lost any real capacity to enjoy those skills. So writing is what I see as the light at the end of a very long tunnel.
Bravo once wrote to the effect that we should never try to start a roleplay with only a premise. And that really struck me as a sensitive piece of information I'd really never stopped to consider. So much of my muse is based on premise that it utterly contradicted my worldview on self-expression. But it is so self-explanatory — so self-evident, I think — that a premise is seldom worthy of the breadth of a complete effort. I suppose this is where I get to the meat of my rambling questions.
Where do these scraps come from for you?
Where do they go?
How can our mind-scraps be molded into stories worth telling?
@Bravo