tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089262993178320546.post8915466077494852923..comments2023-10-28T11:35:00.440-04:00Comments on Cinda Williams Chima - Writer: Does Anyone Else Have The Writer’s Disease?CindaChimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14485071691944578189noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089262993178320546.post-47637122619302145692013-05-31T15:25:24.841-04:002013-05-31T15:25:24.841-04:00Of course I have the writer's disease! It'...<br />Of course I have the writer's disease! It's the title of my blog . . . but my definition for it differs from yours. For me, writer's disease is the compulsion to write or to be creative. Naturally, being a writer, I am always turning people I meet into story characters. It's how I ended up inventing many of the characters for my fiction! Nick Alimonoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10161049767389836254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089262993178320546.post-54422759334045448922011-12-31T13:57:56.247-05:002011-12-31T13:57:56.247-05:00Yeah, my Mom got mad at me for it... I kept on jus...Yeah, my Mom got mad at me for it... I kept on jusdging and making up stories in my head about people... too bad they were wrong......Lorinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08771800349066726649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089262993178320546.post-21449890774760118282010-02-28T06:13:24.950-05:002010-02-28T06:13:24.950-05:00I totally do this! The depth of my stories relies...I totally do this! The depth of my stories relies on how interesting the person is, how bored I am, and the length of time I have to observe said person. I also get disappointed if the person does something that seems counterintuitive to my story. I do this much more with people I don't know. And, of course, made them up and told people when I was much younger - junior high is a perfect example. Out of watching a cute blonde boy in Florida on the beach for several days, I returned home to NY to announce that I had a long-distance beau and how we'd spent all sorts of time together. Then, alas, when I tired of the story, I killed him off in a DWI crash off of a cliff (!) in Florida (because there are so many in the Sunshine state). And, of course I thought it was the height of sappiness and love (instead of lunacy) that our song was "I Just Died in Your Arms Tonight." Which I, by the way, just heard the other day in the car and laughed til I cried over that ridiculous chapter in my limp love life as a tween.Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10941367664851458444noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089262993178320546.post-18621570931987116922010-02-26T11:05:53.106-05:002010-02-26T11:05:53.106-05:00Wow you totally summed up that disease! I find my...Wow you totally summed up that disease! I find myself doing the exact same thing! It is so funny to know that other people have "Writer's Disease". <br /><br />Still you have to wonder if that is such a bad thing? To assign each person you meet a starring role in a story that has never been? It will make you realze how special and precious each human-being is. . .then of course we do walk into where they cannot be themselves because we have "written" a <i>box</i> for them. But I do think that, to a certain degree, it is a good thing. We create a world in which she has a reason to cry - a good one - and that makes us sympathetic. In a way, it could make us helpful to people, not to just be judging, but to be creating, though most often the tale we spin is much more glamorous than the actual story. . .Nina Cookhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669995681001511956noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089262993178320546.post-72146511035514634662010-02-24T12:23:11.786-05:002010-02-24T12:23:11.786-05:00It's amazing, the different perceptions and pe...It's amazing, the different perceptions and perspectives we develop based on a glimpse. I do the same thing. Assign people a personality, then, when they act differently, I'm left wondering why they're different. Huh. It's reassuring to share the disease!Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06439841013851108813noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5089262993178320546.post-51313943265616844092010-02-23T15:28:44.567-05:002010-02-23T15:28:44.567-05:00I never thought about it until I read your post bu...I never thought about it until I read your post but I'm willing to except all the charges. I constantly finding myself thinking "Maybe that sad woman has a child and maybe her husband has cancer" then I think about these strangers' (whom I will never see again) lives and how they would be as books, my tales that grow themselves. Then I think of music playing as I see them for the last time ever, like the music that goes with what they're thinking..... I don't know... Maybe it's a writing gene or maybe it's just a thing, but I like how I'm able to imagine the people having a story even when I don't know it. A good story, and an amazing one.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com