thedarknessrising
Sage
When I first started getting into writing, I was in middle school. I was working on a spy-fi piece, and I was trying to make it as realistic as I could. Granted, I was only twelve, so I didn't quite have as much understanding of the world of espionage as I sort of do now. I was no Ian Fleming.
But, because I was trying to make it as real as I understood, I knew I would have to include profane language. The problem was, I was twelve, so I wasn't permitted to say those words by my father (I'm nineteen now and still not able to say those words.) So, as I was beginning to write the story, I had approached my dad and asked if I would be allowed to use obscenities in my writing. He allowed it, saying "People swear. And to ignore that in your writing just wouldn't do your work justice. You may use profanities in your work. But you must not go overboard, and under no circumstances are you to drop any f-bombs. And just because I allow you to write these words, that doesn't mean I am giving you permission to say them."
It's been seven years, and I still follow his rules.
But, because I was trying to make it as real as I understood, I knew I would have to include profane language. The problem was, I was twelve, so I wasn't permitted to say those words by my father (I'm nineteen now and still not able to say those words.) So, as I was beginning to write the story, I had approached my dad and asked if I would be allowed to use obscenities in my writing. He allowed it, saying "People swear. And to ignore that in your writing just wouldn't do your work justice. You may use profanities in your work. But you must not go overboard, and under no circumstances are you to drop any f-bombs. And just because I allow you to write these words, that doesn't mean I am giving you permission to say them."
It's been seven years, and I still follow his rules.