My Characters Speak For Themselves …
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
Photo is of me, owned by me … Gloria Faye Brown Bates/ aka Granny Gee …
I wanted to take a few minutes to let people who know me, don’t know me … to know that I write stories … they aren’t necessarily true stories. I add my thoughts to my stories to make them real. Some people take them too seriously, sometimes. I feel like when they do, I wrote the story … ‘real’ enough. 🙂
Sometimes, I will hear something in the background on tv, around me … and go off on a writing spree.
Example: the story I wrote about ‘I Don’t Give A Damn How You Are’ … that story came from hearing in the background on tv … a woman in an office setting saying, “hello-ooooooooooo, how-wwww are-eeeeeeeeeee you-uuuuuuuu”.
I began instantly thinking about how fakey it was … how it bothered me to hear someone say that. I worked in an office setting for years, and I knew when one of the women said such in ‘that tone’… it wasn’t real. They really didn’t give a damn. Truth is the truth.
Anyway, I think people really thought I was meaning myself … like it was me who didn’t give a damn ‘how you are’. It wasn’t me. It was just writing. It was one of those times, I went off on a little writing spree. It was taken too seriously.
I am going to say this to those who don’t know me, and are new to my writing. I’m a for-real good person who has been through very bad things in my life. I ‘could have been very, very bad’ … from the things that happened … I chose to be a good person. I do care about people, feelings… animals.
I am very private, but, it doesn’t mean I don’t notice, or care about people around me. I care more than anyone knows. Sometimes, I don’t know how to show it. When someone begins getting too close to me … I begin backing off. It’s just me … it doesn’t mean I’m mean, or bad. I can’t afford to be ‘too close’ to anyone … I don’t need any extra pain.
I don’t write about any one thing. But … one thing that I do write at any time is grief, and remembering Tommy, my son. I know pain, grief … how most things in life feel from experience. It’s why I write … and I don’t need anyone to feel sorry for me. I don’t feel sorry for myself. No one has to take what I write … too seriously.
Whenever, I see someone doing that (I read the comments you write) … I have to stop time to time … to write what you are reading at this very moment.
Just know that whatever happens to be on my mind … isn’t for anyone to take too seriously. The story I wrote about the mother (Is This What My Son Died … Fighting For?) … wasn’t a true story in my life … but, it is in … someone’s life. It just came to me, when my heart felt for the mother of a soldier who died in Afghanistan. No, I didn’t know her … but, as a mother of a son who died … that came to my mind.
We are all human, and we focus on what’s in our immediate life. I know we all aren’t aware every moment that young men are on foreign soil fighting, losing their lives for us. I think of it a lot; some people do. We have to live life wherever we are … I realize that. We are what we think about …
Anyway … just know, I am a most caring, compassionate person. No matter what I write, the several ‘ugly’ words I use from time to time … doesn’t mean I’m not a good person.
When writing, one has to write what’s on one’s mind at that time … sometimes, in order to be written as it needs to be … an ‘ugly’ word has to be used. It doesn’t mean I’m being ugly. That’s what writers do … ‘My characters speak for themselves’ …