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I'm writing a memoir. I am the narrator. I started out writing writing a story or chapter about my high school years. What I vaguely had in mine was writing about the development of my infatuation with another guy in school at a time when neither of us were out as gay, and how it affected my life (it indirectly led me to sort of a drug problem and medical drama).
The thing is, I found myself talking about a deep passion or hobby of mine. It's an unusual hobby…so unusual that I've actually been asked by a publication to write about it for a separate project. I'm shy to say what it is, but let's just pretend to say it's a deep passion for hip hop music.
I was contemplating doing something sort of radical in pausing the main plot of the infatuation/downward spiral simply to introduce my passion for hip hop (which was born during this time) in the form of a more lyrical segment…sort of like "An Ode to Hip Hop" or a tribute to hip hop, where I write about it almost like a relationship or love affair.
Is that weird? Does that make ANY sense?
The thing is, I found myself talking about a deep passion or hobby of mine. It's an unusual hobby…so unusual that I've actually been asked by a publication to write about it for a separate project. I'm shy to say what it is, but let's just pretend to say it's a deep passion for hip hop music.
I was contemplating doing something sort of radical in pausing the main plot of the infatuation/downward spiral simply to introduce my passion for hip hop (which was born during this time) in the form of a more lyrical segment…sort of like "An Ode to Hip Hop" or a tribute to hip hop, where I write about it almost like a relationship or love affair.
Is that weird? Does that make ANY sense?