Juice

I bet you were expecting this to be a blog about some dude making juice.  He probably cuts a whole bunch of oranges in half and twists them over a juicer.  He probably winds up questioning life with a glass of juice by the end of it.  I don’t blame you for thinking that.  That’s not too different from what I usually write.  I don’t know why it is that I write stuff like that.  I think it’s partially that I like to try to make people think.  I try to catch them by surprise with what I write, but that’s kind of becoming stale for me.  I’m not sure what I need to do about that, but I don’t want to let my writing go stale.  I think the same reason that I usually write that stuff is the reason I’m writing this, I want to defy expectations.  I think that I’ve set an expectation for what my writing should be like, and I guess this is me trying to break that.  I just don’t want to get stuck in a rut.  You look at authors that get old, and critics always say that they aren’t as good as they used to be because now they’re just putting out more of the same stuff even if the same stuff from before was good the first time.  I really don’t want to let this happen to me.  I have ideas for things that are different, but I don’t know if they’re good.  I guess that’s part of the never-ending risk taking that comes with being a writer.  You never really know what’s going to work, but if you stick to one thing, it’ll get old after a while.  I just gave this a random title that sounded like a title I’d give a short story when I started writing this, but I feel like it kind of applies to what I’m talking about regardless of my original intention in naming it what I did.  I feel like I’ve been juicing the same fruit for a while now, and if I’m not careful, it’ll run dry.  I know that I need to try other fruits, different kinds of fruits, but I’m afraid because maybe the juice won’t be as sweet.  I guess finding out that a certain kind of juice isn’t worth drinking would be better than squeezing the same dry fruit that once held a sweet juice until the end of time.

Author: Jackson Palmer

Jackson Palmer is a student studying literature at the Mississippi School of the Arts. He hopes to use the education he obtains there to write novels, short stories, poetry, and scripts for movies, television, and theater productions. Additionally, he would like to write within a number of genres such as comedy, drama, horror, etc. Some of his favorite writers and influences include Billy Joel, John Steinbeck, and Dan Harmon. He hopes to explore concepts and systems of thought such as existentialism, nihilism, and fulfillment within his writing. He would like to thank you visiting his blog and hopefully reading his work.

4 thoughts on “Juice”

  1. I find it so cool that you started with what you expect us to expect, explain how you’d write that story, then completely trash the idea. I love that. I think quite the opposite about your writing: I always look forward to what you read out loud, or blog, because your pieces are all very different, each with its own life, and yet each with your voice. You have a specific way of writing that is different from anyone else’s, especially the way you deliver each piece, makes them something exciting to look forward to, not something repetitive and stale. I encourage you to take the risk of writing those ideas. I’m sure every one of us would love to hear them! 🙂

  2. You use a lot of metaphors, whether you mean to or not, and I think it’s refreshing to hear your style. Don’t change! But yes, it is always good to explore new writing styles and voice to keep your writing from becoming only repetition, or stale, as you said. This was a good blog.

  3. I loved the plot twist. You were so real and raw with admitting your weaknesses and self-doubts. This was amazing.

  4. your writing never fails to confuse or amaze me, usually the latter more so than the former. i really enjoy how you write ordinary objects into extraordinary stories, and even with this one, the title that starts off seemingly unrelated still weaves its way into the piece.

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