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Who, Me? - Chicago Burlesque Dancer Red Hot Annie Weinert
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Red Hot Annie / Ann Marie Weinert
Date: 2013-01-16 17:30
Subject: Who, Me?
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Recently, a friend and colleague of mine posted an interesting blog about the book she recently wrote (WIN A COPY HERE). In the post, she told a story where she had to explain that the main character in her book wasn't based on a person she'd recently met.

On facebook, it developed into an interesting thread, with my own Dick Dijon even admitting he (slightly arrogantly, he admitted) thought the character might be based on himself. Another friend responded with her own blog post:
http://posthappy.blog.com/2013/01/16/its-a-party-in-the-mla/

And the whole topic got me thinking about all of the many blog posts I've made, the ways that I've tried to express a portion of myself through the written word at various times in my life, and the number of times when people may have falsely seen themselves within my writing - as if I am writing about them.

Because I don't write to criticize, dismiss, or inflate other people - I write to purge or express myself. I think sometimes, that writing isn't really about the person reading...although I hope that it entertains the reader, sometimes!

I'm certainly nothing more than an amateur writer, but I think the idea is still the same - I have something to say and I want to find a way to elegantly lay it out and tell the people who are interested what I think and how I view the world.

And I READ the same way. It's rare to find me emotionally outraged by another person's personal writing, via email (EVER), but especially on their Facebook wall or blog. To me, we all have conflicting viewpoints and things we are trying to sort out, and we each have to use the series of expressive arts we have to do so.

There's a lot to say, and I personally enjoy reading passionate writing, even if I don't agree with it - and, even moreso these days, I particularly enjoy reading an abstract concept that someone - perhaps another amateur writer - is trying to put into words. I enjoy the struggle for the right words and ideas, and the fact that we misstep and misspeak nearly as often as we hit on the exact right words, but most of what we write falls into a certain arena of ambiguity where you just have to hope that the people reading it understand where you are coming from.

And I love the feeling of understanding what a person is trying to say, when there aren't really words for it.

The only personal frustration comes in when people apply absolutes to writing and ideas that are clearly "a work in progress." Some (most?) online writings are just that - musings, not theories and facts - and aren't meant to be the kind of literal dogma that allows someone to call you a hypocrite when you change your outlook on life.

Anyways, I don't tell stories, per say, in my blog - certainly not on par with actual fiction, anyways - but I do muse about concepts and ideas that are inspired by a variety of situations I've experienced.

The idea that my way of viewing things can be personalized by reader - as if it is "about them" - well, perhaps I should put a disclaimer on my blog - past, present, and future:
Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Yours truly,

Annie
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