To write is to mirror your mind, to take a picture of your soul at the instant each word was conceived. It reveals the invisible thoughts of your heart; it deciphers meaning from the infathomability of the universe. If I could write, my world would be a well of infinite inspiration. Each everyday action and routine would have significance, would become my message on the mundanity of modern life. Each petty insult and cruel jibe would, as ink on a white page, teach of the basic indifference to all but self; the essence of humanity.
If I could write, my life would have meaning.
If I could write, I would know that I am worth something. My talent would be inimitable, because it draws on the essence of who I am. How many, in our world, could say that they are irreplacable?
If I could write, I would no longer be alone. The filter through which I view my world would extend, encompassing any and all of those I influence. For a few minutes or hours or days, they would understand how I feel. Why I am, in the midst of thousands, alone. Why I feel, when I look at the world, despair. They would understand my interpretation of life – which, in the end, is all I really am.
If I could write, my readers would watch through my eyes, and sigh as I sigh. They would not cry, because I will not cry. But they would feel inadequate and helpess before our wondrous society, and they would be the doubters, because I cannot help but doubt.
All we seek, in this world, is to be understood, down to the bottom of our hearts. True understanding brings no judment or condemnation. If I… if I could lay myself bare under the scalpel of words, if I could let my pretentions and conceits and self-deceits all slowly fall away to leave naught but truth…
If I could write, I would still be nothing but a doubter – but I would be believed.
If only I could write.
Hi, I'm Darklinger. And this is my profile. In case you hadn't noticed. And yes, I wrote the above.
I live in Auckland, New Zealand! Exciting, ain't it? Down here in the great blue yonder... where everything is upside down...
My age doesn't have any bearing on the quality of my writing (defensive much? sorry). But I'm 15.
My gender makes me a slight anomaly on this site. You've got one guess. Female is wrong.
I have deep-seated psychological problems. Most involve teachers and homework (which I never do, anyway). Because of these problems, updating regularly is going to be an issue.
Work and responsibility are two words I simply do not know the meanings of.
Updating is a third. To my hordes of loyal fans - please, try not to despair over the lack of new chapters (or, indeed, any chapters). Don't do anything drastic after the heart-wrenching realisation that you might not be able to experience the sublime joy that is my writing (or, mostly, my lack thereof) for a few more decades while I get to work on the next update. :P
Ask me any three questions (excluding contact details IRL) and I'll answer whatever you ask. Post this to your profile and see what people want to know!
Novel: Ah... Ender's Game. Catch-22. Northern Lights. Dreamsongs. All are must-reads.
Short Story: A Song for Lya is absolutely brilliant. And perfect.
Poem: No Second Troy by Yeats, and The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by Eliot
Author: Definitely George R. R. Martin of A Song of Ice and Fire fame. The rest of his stuff is awesome too, though.
Movie: Dark Knight forever.
Song: Hey There Delilah by Plain White T's
Artist: Muse, Eminem
My picture... it's a tasmanian devil. From... Tasmania (I kid you not). I chose the Tasmanian Devil because it is apparently a vicious rabid bastard that bites anything that moves and many things that don't. Not that I would be in any way comparable...no, of course not! - but I admire the sentiment.
Come visit me at Fanfiction.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1693673/
Pen name: Valar Morghulis
Yes, this entire profile was basically copypasted from over there (where I'm far more active) which accounts for the slight anomalies like references to my writing, which is nonexistent as far as non-fanfiction is concerned (hoping to change that, but could be a while).
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