Post by be2aware on Nov 1, 2010 17:45:12 GMT -5
Quite easy to understand, but there is room for misinterpretation. So let me edify you. 
If you wrote a beginning, then scrapped it, post it. If you wanted to write the start of your story one way, then describe it. Mine is like this.
Prologue
The human mind is a maze of infinite paths, separate in their own beginnings. The paths, at first, do not cross. They are individuals, aging apart. Time passes, however, and they collide. Similarities meld together. What was once a difference is now a shared consciousness. The two become one.
It is a process seen everyday on Earth. One path, one desire, is suppressed by another. Children are groomed to be one way, the parents’ image tattooed into the young one’s skin. Thirteen years later, rebellion occurs. The offspring fight with open hands. Their weapons? Words, actions. An armory of locked doors and an arsenal of stinging remarks. It is a battle of two wills, the parents’ and the child’s.
Truly, though, it is a battle of three. The child holds within them another consciousness, one that sides with the parents. That war is fought on a different front, a battlefield within the child. Those weapons? There is only one, and all people are familiar with it.
Guilt.
The son, the daughter, desperate to lead a life all on their own. A desire for independence burning heatedly within their mind. The child wants to quench it, knows that their parents are right. But encoded in the DNA of every human is a spark. When the time is right, it ignites a flame that eats through the bonds between rationality and reality. The reality is, freedom must be tasted before it can be achieved.
This is the process. This is how one drop of artificial independence is sprinkled onto the tongues of the new generation. The offspring travel through life for years, in a grassy field of predictable absolutes.
Then, the fissure comes into sight.
The divide has been there all along, separating childhood from comprehension. Once the son, once the daughter realizes that the world is different than what they’ve known, a change comes over them. Their dreams and aspirations are forced to concede to what is truly possible.
The first time the child crosses the canyon, it is a trial. The path descends into the pits of truth, exposing a world that’s been below the meadow. Then, once the child reaches a point where it’s possible to leap across safely, it happens. The child then has the option. Climb to the top, or explore further into the pit.
So spill
How were you going to start? Remember, the beginning is the hardest part. Well, for some of us.
If you wrote a beginning, then scrapped it, post it. If you wanted to write the start of your story one way, then describe it. Mine is like this.
Prologue
The human mind is a maze of infinite paths, separate in their own beginnings. The paths, at first, do not cross. They are individuals, aging apart. Time passes, however, and they collide. Similarities meld together. What was once a difference is now a shared consciousness. The two become one.
It is a process seen everyday on Earth. One path, one desire, is suppressed by another. Children are groomed to be one way, the parents’ image tattooed into the young one’s skin. Thirteen years later, rebellion occurs. The offspring fight with open hands. Their weapons? Words, actions. An armory of locked doors and an arsenal of stinging remarks. It is a battle of two wills, the parents’ and the child’s.
Truly, though, it is a battle of three. The child holds within them another consciousness, one that sides with the parents. That war is fought on a different front, a battlefield within the child. Those weapons? There is only one, and all people are familiar with it.
Guilt.
The son, the daughter, desperate to lead a life all on their own. A desire for independence burning heatedly within their mind. The child wants to quench it, knows that their parents are right. But encoded in the DNA of every human is a spark. When the time is right, it ignites a flame that eats through the bonds between rationality and reality. The reality is, freedom must be tasted before it can be achieved.
This is the process. This is how one drop of artificial independence is sprinkled onto the tongues of the new generation. The offspring travel through life for years, in a grassy field of predictable absolutes.
Then, the fissure comes into sight.
The divide has been there all along, separating childhood from comprehension. Once the son, once the daughter realizes that the world is different than what they’ve known, a change comes over them. Their dreams and aspirations are forced to concede to what is truly possible.
The first time the child crosses the canyon, it is a trial. The path descends into the pits of truth, exposing a world that’s been below the meadow. Then, once the child reaches a point where it’s possible to leap across safely, it happens. The child then has the option. Climb to the top, or explore further into the pit.
So spill
How were you going to start? Remember, the beginning is the hardest part. Well, for some of us.
*looks* 12,151, in fact. And I still wrote an additional 60k and didn't even need to count that in my end WC. this year, I scrapped over 1k. XD So scrapping in itself isn't bad, if you really don't like something you've written. The problem becomes when you're constantly deleting things from a story in progress. Doing a second beginning or whatever? I don't see it as much of a problem.