Light up, as if you had a choice...

Ear Candy: "Run" by Snow Patrol

"How can you write real life when real life is becoming more and more like fiction?"

(If you are laughing at my use of a Rent quote, picture me kicking your ass.)

Well, I suppose that then you write fiction, perhaps, largely-affected-by-real-life fiction. The challenge to writing fiction is to not be cliche and to create characters with believable depth. And the challenge posed by using real life as your muse, at least for your's truly, is what to do when your life is a cliche and and you hardly believe your friends sometimes. My life as a cliche: the ever-sarcastic, strong-willed hippie bohemian struggling to come into her own with a creative revolution she can finally be proud of (or finish?); a sister who fights with trying to be different from her sister while at the same time the same, and always striving for self; the father, a widower who doesn't know what to do without her or what to do with two dauhters whom he knows more in theory than reality. A teenager screaming to be heard.

My amazing, mulit-faceted friends can be classified, labeled, evensometimes predicted. But they are never static, because to be a static, one must be dull, and we are anything but. And we are ever incstual, our heart strings getting tugged towards each other like freakin; marionettes; oblivious to the unintentional damaga we cause. But I am never the girl that turns heads, breaks hearts, even gets a double take. I hardly warrant an eye brow raise. The only The only ones who tell me I'm beautiful are my dad (who has to?) and my best friend, who is gorgeous anyway, so it doesn't count.

A moment brought to you by Erin's Inner Monologue:
If I love myself so much (and I do), then why do I have such a strong desire to be pretty?


Continuing along with my theme of dis-engaged heart strings and me not being the girl who gets the boy, I find myself looking at other girls, asking the ever cliche "what does she had that I don't?" Or perhaps, more aptly, "What makes him so painfully oblivious to what I have got?" The right guy is always so perfec-seeming, one (namely me) is left with an overwhelming feeling of "I'm not worthy!" I wonder what I can do to be memorable, or to stand out without having to go for shock value.


Another moment brought to you by Erin's Inner Monologue
I want to be "that girl", as in "who is that girl?!"

If you stop and listen to your inner monologue, then I love you.
~E