This ain’t no ROM-COM


Recently I’ve been trying to listen to a lot of people explain how to write, how to create world-building and such, but there’s a couple of things that stuck with me.

1) For the story to be interesting the protagonist must have struggles in his/her path, if things were easy the story would not be interesting.

2) if your characters have no agency (free will) the story also sucks, so a good author can’t railroad his characters. this is what happened to the star wars prequels. The characters had set destinies created by the much superior story from the first installments.

So i was struggling a bit lately and some things in my life seem sometimes unnecessarily over complicated and sometimes down rite surreal, so therefore my new theory is that I’m a character in God’s story.

So now I know bad shit will happen to me and I’m supposed to toil and struggle. but hey I have free will going for me which is nice, I guess.

So If I suddenly realize that I’m a character in a story, what kind of character am I?, What kind of story is this?, the only thing I do know is that this is not a romantic comedy.

And I’m kinda scared that this might be one of those stories written by Garcia Marquez, but maybe sometimes I think that this setting is kind of Noir.

Film Noir is a movement that happened after the second world war, Movies and stories stopped being upbeat and inspirational, and started showing a world that is harsh and bleak. A world where corruption has already permeated in government and institutions.

A world were the government stopped giving a fuck about it’s citizens and the responsibility that this entails, and just selfishly saw this as a way to accumulate wealth.

This created an environment were criminals and violent people have thrived, the hero or protagonist is disillusioned, the woman in the story is either a femme fatale or bat shit crazy, or the actual antagonist.

PAIN VS LOVE

An artist must suffer to create good art, this is a LIE, we have all been lied to. true art comes from love.

All the rest ends bad, real bad.

Why are we afraid to be basic?

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