Thursday, February 24, 2011

/insert

So I was rereading some of the stuff I’ve written (specifically the stuff I wrote during the time when I was bored out of my skull) and I had an epiphany. This is not exactly news to me that I am a serial self-insertionist in my stories. Rica put it in the geekiest terms possible: It’s like a comic book. You’re writing the same character but in a different universe.


[If you have read any of my stories, the characters in question are Paris Ross, Alexis Santos, the girl on the bus in Ang Pagtakas, the shopkeeper in The Shop, Mayari, and several others I may or may not have self inserted myself into.]


Well, howell, papel. I don’t actually know how to fix that. I do remember writing a story that centered on a girl that is my polar opposite, but a friend read it and told me if I was writing about myself when I wrote about the girl. Facepalm moment, definitely. All I can really offer as explanation is this: I did not actually study how to do this shit.


Ignorance is no excuse, I know, but I don’t get why everybody just laughs when I tell them about the self insertion and ask how to fix it. Does that mean I shouldn’t fix it? Or does that mean I suck anyway so there would be no point in fixing it?


Anyway, I do have a faint idea on why I do it. I am an escapist, through and through. Since I am too lazy or too broke to go away to really escape, I go into my own fantasy tralalalands instead. Hah. 

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