9 years ago
Ever had one of those moments...
...where your muse takes you rollerblading? But you have no idea how to roller blade so your muse lets go of your hand and you crash into a big wet pile of leaves? Though you can't deny that while your muse was with you, you were enjoying the ride. You know...the wind, the breeze, a feeling similar to flight - cloud nine - before you realize that you don't want to move your knees else you'd lose balance and fall.
Well, after that fall, you're exhausted. And if you didn't have knee pads you'd have nicked your knees, or if you skidded across the neighbor's lawn, you'd have grass stains - or both. All in all you're tired and beaten, fumbling with the straps of the confounded contraption on your feet, and you curse for it seems that your muse has ditched you so it wouldn't appear to be the one at fault.
So where does that leave me?
Late last night, my muse gave me those roller blades. It was a fun ride that lasted...hmm...from sometime past midnight to 7 or 8 in the morning. And what I got was chapter seven in longhand and a sense of accomplishment for finally starting and finishing it.
So I closed the notebook and decided to sleep. Didn't work out. I ended up getting something to eat and later drank a gulp or two of sour milk... *shivers* Terrible stuff (and it wasn't even past the expiration yet). So I settled for oatmeal, after washing down the milk with flat coca-cola (it was better than nothing) and returned upstairs where I watched the news and Dr. Katz. Interesting morning? Quite. Later I turned off the television, opened the blinds (it was surprisingly cool and windy today) and read several chapters of Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones before finally sleeping.
...And here's something I should mention, yet I shouldn't, then again I feel I should.
I read aloud with the stereotypical British accent. Actually, whenever I talk (and there were instances at school) that accent slips out sometimes and I'd get these confused stares or laughter or questions. >.> Anywho, reading in that accent was kind of appropriate since...she was a British author...but anyway, it was a fun morning. BUT, I was told to wake up "early" because that day I had to go and get my senior photo taken...which led to my mother and I going around town to eat something, window shop and watch Year One (the one with Jack Black and Michael Cera) before heading home with dinner and a smoothie... Of course, I wasn't totally zombified due to lack of sleep - there was a time where I hadn't slept for thirty to forty somewhat hours and I was as lame as a manila folder taped to a beige wall...
So it has been a full day and I'm going to read in my faux accent and sleep - and then type out the chapter starting tomorrow.
And for some personal thoughts...
Lately I've been yearning to return to my fantasy writer self and have, all during Year Zero, been dabbling with the world of a project I started in middle school - the title of my blog - Ephemeral Wings. I suppose it's my life project because it was the first serious thing I tried to do after writing a horrid fanfic and even more terrible beginner stories... But now, after years of contemplating and putting it off because it just didn't seem original enough.... I started writing a few days ago and found myslef more involved and in love with the story.
And then, with that love churning out more ideas and making me type, I realized that that story would have to have sequels. Then that led me to Year Zero and that it too would have to have a sequel to it too since there are certain characters I want to explore. But I suppose I'll have to ask the readers about that - if they would like a full out sequel or one shots regarding a single character (good thing Wordpress has polls). But that's far off in the future...
Then that led me to the vampire story - but that won't have a sequel, oh no - but it became a longer project when it was first conceived in the dregs of summer 07.
And then there are the other projects under my belt - especially one a friend/fellow author suggested.
As I list everything out it all sounds plain overwhelming and stressful and complicated with all these characters wanting their story told, but, the more I laid out Ephemeral Wings and the more I worked on Year Zero, the more it became apparent to me that some of those characters were merely a deviation of the original characters I planned for my original story. And with all the years of not working on it, those characters changed and made their own paths the more I read and drew, taking in differing influences all the while.
So, in the end, there might not be a lot on my plate after all. I'm learning to choose my battles carefully now because I thrived on what was "in" at the moment.
Here's a visual -
Holy crappleberries Batman! It's a three-slayer cake! nom nom nom?
I am cannibal cake no more! Huzzah! *laughs in a triumphant and dramatic way*
...That cake is pretty creepy but it would be awesome to have one just like it one day.
Well, after that fall, you're exhausted. And if you didn't have knee pads you'd have nicked your knees, or if you skidded across the neighbor's lawn, you'd have grass stains - or both. All in all you're tired and beaten, fumbling with the straps of the confounded contraption on your feet, and you curse for it seems that your muse has ditched you so it wouldn't appear to be the one at fault.
So where does that leave me?
Late last night, my muse gave me those roller blades. It was a fun ride that lasted...hmm...from sometime past midnight to 7 or 8 in the morning. And what I got was chapter seven in longhand and a sense of accomplishment for finally starting and finishing it.
So I closed the notebook and decided to sleep. Didn't work out. I ended up getting something to eat and later drank a gulp or two of sour milk... *shivers* Terrible stuff (and it wasn't even past the expiration yet). So I settled for oatmeal, after washing down the milk with flat coca-cola (it was better than nothing) and returned upstairs where I watched the news and Dr. Katz. Interesting morning? Quite. Later I turned off the television, opened the blinds (it was surprisingly cool and windy today) and read several chapters of Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones before finally sleeping.
...And here's something I should mention, yet I shouldn't, then again I feel I should.
I read aloud with the stereotypical British accent. Actually, whenever I talk (and there were instances at school) that accent slips out sometimes and I'd get these confused stares or laughter or questions. >.> Anywho, reading in that accent was kind of appropriate since...she was a British author...but anyway, it was a fun morning. BUT, I was told to wake up "early" because that day I had to go and get my senior photo taken...which led to my mother and I going around town to eat something, window shop and watch Year One (the one with Jack Black and Michael Cera) before heading home with dinner and a smoothie... Of course, I wasn't totally zombified due to lack of sleep - there was a time where I hadn't slept for thirty to forty somewhat hours and I was as lame as a manila folder taped to a beige wall...
So it has been a full day and I'm going to read in my faux accent and sleep - and then type out the chapter starting tomorrow.
And for some personal thoughts...
Lately I've been yearning to return to my fantasy writer self and have, all during Year Zero, been dabbling with the world of a project I started in middle school - the title of my blog - Ephemeral Wings. I suppose it's my life project because it was the first serious thing I tried to do after writing a horrid fanfic and even more terrible beginner stories... But now, after years of contemplating and putting it off because it just didn't seem original enough.... I started writing a few days ago and found myslef more involved and in love with the story.
And then, with that love churning out more ideas and making me type, I realized that that story would have to have sequels. Then that led me to Year Zero and that it too would have to have a sequel to it too since there are certain characters I want to explore. But I suppose I'll have to ask the readers about that - if they would like a full out sequel or one shots regarding a single character (good thing Wordpress has polls). But that's far off in the future...
Then that led me to the vampire story - but that won't have a sequel, oh no - but it became a longer project when it was first conceived in the dregs of summer 07.
And then there are the other projects under my belt - especially one a friend/fellow author suggested.
As I list everything out it all sounds plain overwhelming and stressful and complicated with all these characters wanting their story told, but, the more I laid out Ephemeral Wings and the more I worked on Year Zero, the more it became apparent to me that some of those characters were merely a deviation of the original characters I planned for my original story. And with all the years of not working on it, those characters changed and made their own paths the more I read and drew, taking in differing influences all the while.
So, in the end, there might not be a lot on my plate after all. I'm learning to choose my battles carefully now because I thrived on what was "in" at the moment.
Here's a visual -
Holy crappleberries Batman! It's a three-slayer cake! nom nom nom?
I am cannibal cake no more! Huzzah! *laughs in a triumphant and dramatic way*
...That cake is pretty creepy but it would be awesome to have one just like it one day.
Laelah 101
All right so on the last post I asked for questions and here are the answers -
From Mmm Bunnies:
What's the timespan for Year Zero?
Technically two months for the main events - it starts in mid-May, goes through the whole of June and ends a couple of weeks in July.
What is your favorite color?
Purple, white, gray, red, blue... Cool colors mostly but purple has been my favorite ever since I started using crayons.
What do you usually wear? (Ex: Jeans & t-shirt, dresses, leotards, etc.)
Comfort is what I think of first both outside and at home. Outside I normally wear jeans (not that I have much of a choice since I live in a male-dominated household - has six step-brothers, seven if you count the adopted one who lives abroad, and two step-sisters who also live abroad) and loos shirts or tank-tops with a jacket/sweater. I do like girly clothes and would like to wear skirts (the long kind since it's tedious when you have to buy pants) or dresses so I settle for camisoles. And on my good days out or to school I wear blouses with the sleeves tucked to the elbow.
Where do you find your user avatar/icon/thingies?
Here mostly and sometimes here. Or I crop pictures - but that takes a lot of time and I'm lazy.
Random-ass questions pulled of the internet:
When are you most alert? Morning or night?
Nighttime. I'm fairly nocturnal come summertime. Plus, I like the eerie silence sometimes - though creepy - it's soothing. plus, people are less likely to bother you about anything... Though you have to watch out for those dark hallways though...
Do you prefer to be inside or outside?
Depends. If it's hot, I'll stay inside. If it suddenly began to snow or rained, I'll go out for a walk or two around the neighborhood. I don't get out much so I prefer inside naturally. Now, if it wasn't such a hassle to go outside I would go out more frequently (not that there's much to see).
At what temperature are you most comfortable? When you are hot, cold, warm?
Warm. But it depends too, especially if it's winter you'd want to be warmer. If it's hot you'd want it to be cold. :| I'm indecisive and it's become habit to assess both situations.
Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?
Closed... Don't want things to come out there you know? >.>
Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel?
...No. But my mom's been known to do that. I think there's a bag full of them tucked somewhere...
Do you like to use post-it notes?
I do. In fact I've been using sticky notes to help with outlines for the chapters and such. The bright colors help me focus on that needs to be done.
Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees?
A bear. A big rolling bear. I can't stand bees or insects or anything with more legs than necessary. Hell, bees fly too. Who would avenge me after they fly away? Actually, how?!
Do you always smile for pictures?
With braces? No. But it's getting easier. I actually want to smile and laugh in public without covering my mouth. >.>
What is your biggest pet peeve?
Probably people slamming doors/cabinets/drawers of any kind. Even moreso than my dislike for annoying pushovers...
Do you ever count your steps when you walk?
I've tried and got distracted, then tried again. I ended up forgetting the number I left off on when I turned around to see the other end of the street.
Do you ever dance even if there's no music playing?
If I'm in a good mood...I might do that but stop immediately because I know how silly I look.
Do you chew your pens and pencils?
Nope. That's another pet peeve. You let someone borrow your pen/pencil and then they return it with bite marks... I let them keep it. I'm not really a germaphobe. I just don't like having something that was once in someones mouth or gnashing at it with their teeth - my imagination tends to overreact about these kinds of things.
What is your Song of the week?
The Used cover for Burning Down the House by Talking Heads. The original sounds so...weird. Loved it after watching Transformers 2 with friends... It was an all right movie. >.>
Do you still watch cartoons?
Heck. Yes. But not so frequently atm.
What movies could you watch over and over and still love?
Silent Hill, Spirited Away, Howl's Moving Castle...a lot if I had the time.
Can you change the oil on a car?
I can try. I've seen my dad enough to not try it for myself.
Ever gotten a speeding ticket?
I don't own a car so no.
Ran out of gas?
By being literally exhausted that you can't move anymore - then yes.
Favorite kind of sandwich?
A friend made me try this - it was just lettuce, cheese, ham, in halves of a croissant. Good stuff.
What is your usual bedtime?
...Lately, sometime deep in the morning hours.
Are you lazy?
Must that really be answered? >.>
Afraid of heights?
Used to and now I can enjoy rollercoasters! Woo! *half-hearted smile* Another pet peeve: rollercoaster pictures. You're caught up in the moment and your screaming face is caught on a camera and is shown at the end of the ride... What is riding a rollercoaster supposed to be glamorous?
Sing in the car?
I have.
Dance in the shower?
...Tried.
Dance in the car?
Kind of nicked my elbow that time and I suddenly felt dizzy.
Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?
A florist. Then I wanted to be a psychiatrist before I changed to psychologist. Then an artist for my writer friend. And then I wanted to be a writer. I changed again but this time to an Illustrator (but that doesn't seem to be working out). And now I'm back to just writing. It's too stressful to think about what you're going to be doing in the future.
Do you believe in ghosts?
I don't, yet I do. Either way, anything dead or anything we perceive as dead is creepy.
Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?
Too many to count.
Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?
Holy... YES. >:-|
Take a vitamin daily?
Yep.
Wear slippers?
Absolutely. You try wearing fuzzy socks (this was during winter) and walking on a wooden floor. It almost never ends well.
First concert?
A Britney Spears one with my cousin who didn't want to go alone. It was fun and it was a school night too. For the rest of that week I was so exhausted that I couldn't hold a pencil right.
Ever won a spelling bee?
In the fifth grade... They tried to trick me with a silent letter I think. I was so nervous.
Have you ever cried because you were so happy?
Plenty of times. I also cry when I laugh really hard. It gets worse when they join in because I won't be able to stop laughing!
Who would you like to see in concert?
The Used, Muse or Nine Inch Nails... That'd be awesome.
Can you swim well?
Just barely. I can float as long as I don't panic... *panics then drowns* I stay at the shallow end only because I have issues with deep water.
Are you patient?
Yes but I snap at times and it isn't pretty.
Do you want to get married?
Not sure yet.
Do you have kids?
o.o No.
Do you want kids?
>.>'' Still undecided...
Do you miss anyone right now?
Now? I can't really say no so sure why not? I miss a lot of things.
Wee! A Personality Test!
Apparently my personality type is:
Quiet, reflective and idealistic. Interested in serving humanity. Well-developed value system, which they strive to live in accordance with. Extremely loyal. Adaptable and laid-back unless a strongly-held value is threatened. Usually talented writers. Mentally quick and able to see possibilities. Interested in understanding and helping people.
Some careers that would fit me are:
Writers, artists, counselors, social workers, English teachers, fine arts teachers, child care workers, clergy, missionaries, psychologists, psychiatrists, scientists, political activists, editors, education consultants, journalists, religious educators, social scientists.
I'm more:
Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling and Perceiving.
How strange that that personality test got me spot on. o.o Okay, that was a lengthy post... Will probably post something else soon but now, sleep. *dozes on the keyboard*
From Mmm Bunnies:
What's the timespan for Year Zero?
Technically two months for the main events - it starts in mid-May, goes through the whole of June and ends a couple of weeks in July.
What is your favorite color?
Purple, white, gray, red, blue... Cool colors mostly but purple has been my favorite ever since I started using crayons.
What do you usually wear? (Ex: Jeans & t-shirt, dresses, leotards, etc.)
Comfort is what I think of first both outside and at home. Outside I normally wear jeans (not that I have much of a choice since I live in a male-dominated household - has six step-brothers, seven if you count the adopted one who lives abroad, and two step-sisters who also live abroad) and loos shirts or tank-tops with a jacket/sweater. I do like girly clothes and would like to wear skirts (the long kind since it's tedious when you have to buy pants) or dresses so I settle for camisoles. And on my good days out or to school I wear blouses with the sleeves tucked to the elbow.
Where do you find your user avatar/icon/thingies?
Here mostly and sometimes here. Or I crop pictures - but that takes a lot of time and I'm lazy.
Random-ass questions pulled of the internet:
When are you most alert? Morning or night?
Nighttime. I'm fairly nocturnal come summertime. Plus, I like the eerie silence sometimes - though creepy - it's soothing. plus, people are less likely to bother you about anything... Though you have to watch out for those dark hallways though...
Do you prefer to be inside or outside?
Depends. If it's hot, I'll stay inside. If it suddenly began to snow or rained, I'll go out for a walk or two around the neighborhood. I don't get out much so I prefer inside naturally. Now, if it wasn't such a hassle to go outside I would go out more frequently (not that there's much to see).
At what temperature are you most comfortable? When you are hot, cold, warm?
Warm. But it depends too, especially if it's winter you'd want to be warmer. If it's hot you'd want it to be cold. :| I'm indecisive and it's become habit to assess both situations.
Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?
Closed... Don't want things to come out there you know? >.>
Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel?
...No. But my mom's been known to do that. I think there's a bag full of them tucked somewhere...
Do you like to use post-it notes?
I do. In fact I've been using sticky notes to help with outlines for the chapters and such. The bright colors help me focus on that needs to be done.
Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees?
A bear. A big rolling bear. I can't stand bees or insects or anything with more legs than necessary. Hell, bees fly too. Who would avenge me after they fly away? Actually, how?!
Do you always smile for pictures?
With braces? No. But it's getting easier. I actually want to smile and laugh in public without covering my mouth. >.>
What is your biggest pet peeve?
Probably people slamming doors/cabinets/drawers of any kind. Even moreso than my dislike for annoying pushovers...
Do you ever count your steps when you walk?
I've tried and got distracted, then tried again. I ended up forgetting the number I left off on when I turned around to see the other end of the street.
Do you ever dance even if there's no music playing?
If I'm in a good mood...I might do that but stop immediately because I know how silly I look.
Do you chew your pens and pencils?
Nope. That's another pet peeve. You let someone borrow your pen/pencil and then they return it with bite marks... I let them keep it. I'm not really a germaphobe. I just don't like having something that was once in someones mouth or gnashing at it with their teeth - my imagination tends to overreact about these kinds of things.
What is your Song of the week?
The Used cover for Burning Down the House by Talking Heads. The original sounds so...weird. Loved it after watching Transformers 2 with friends... It was an all right movie. >.>
Do you still watch cartoons?
Heck. Yes. But not so frequently atm.
What movies could you watch over and over and still love?
Silent Hill, Spirited Away, Howl's Moving Castle...a lot if I had the time.
Can you change the oil on a car?
I can try. I've seen my dad enough to not try it for myself.
Ever gotten a speeding ticket?
I don't own a car so no.
Ran out of gas?
By being literally exhausted that you can't move anymore - then yes.
Favorite kind of sandwich?
A friend made me try this - it was just lettuce, cheese, ham, in halves of a croissant. Good stuff.
What is your usual bedtime?
...Lately, sometime deep in the morning hours.
Are you lazy?
Must that really be answered? >.>
Afraid of heights?
Used to and now I can enjoy rollercoasters! Woo! *half-hearted smile* Another pet peeve: rollercoaster pictures. You're caught up in the moment and your screaming face is caught on a camera and is shown at the end of the ride... What is riding a rollercoaster supposed to be glamorous?
Sing in the car?
I have.
Dance in the shower?
...Tried.
Dance in the car?
Kind of nicked my elbow that time and I suddenly felt dizzy.
Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?
A florist. Then I wanted to be a psychiatrist before I changed to psychologist. Then an artist for my writer friend. And then I wanted to be a writer. I changed again but this time to an Illustrator (but that doesn't seem to be working out). And now I'm back to just writing. It's too stressful to think about what you're going to be doing in the future.
Do you believe in ghosts?
I don't, yet I do. Either way, anything dead or anything we perceive as dead is creepy.
Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?
Too many to count.
Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?
Holy... YES. >:-|
Take a vitamin daily?
Yep.
Wear slippers?
Absolutely. You try wearing fuzzy socks (this was during winter) and walking on a wooden floor. It almost never ends well.
First concert?
A Britney Spears one with my cousin who didn't want to go alone. It was fun and it was a school night too. For the rest of that week I was so exhausted that I couldn't hold a pencil right.
Ever won a spelling bee?
In the fifth grade... They tried to trick me with a silent letter I think. I was so nervous.
Have you ever cried because you were so happy?
Plenty of times. I also cry when I laugh really hard. It gets worse when they join in because I won't be able to stop laughing!
Who would you like to see in concert?
The Used, Muse or Nine Inch Nails... That'd be awesome.
Can you swim well?
Just barely. I can float as long as I don't panic... *panics then drowns* I stay at the shallow end only because I have issues with deep water.
Are you patient?
Yes but I snap at times and it isn't pretty.
Do you want to get married?
Not sure yet.
Do you have kids?
o.o No.
Do you want kids?
>.>'' Still undecided...
Do you miss anyone right now?
Now? I can't really say no so sure why not? I miss a lot of things.
Wee! A Personality Test!
Apparently my personality type is:
Quiet, reflective and idealistic. Interested in serving humanity. Well-developed value system, which they strive to live in accordance with. Extremely loyal. Adaptable and laid-back unless a strongly-held value is threatened. Usually talented writers. Mentally quick and able to see possibilities. Interested in understanding and helping people.
Some careers that would fit me are:
Writers, artists, counselors, social workers, English teachers, fine arts teachers, child care workers, clergy, missionaries, psychologists, psychiatrists, scientists, political activists, editors, education consultants, journalists, religious educators, social scientists.
I'm more:
Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling and Perceiving.
How strange that that personality test got me spot on. o.o Okay, that was a lengthy post... Will probably post something else soon but now, sleep. *dozes on the keyboard*
Is it just me or what? Oh. And a Challenge.
All right. So today I finished Madame Bovary (on which I couldn't keep to my "experiment" that I mentioned in the last few posts and that's only b/c I was really limited with time).
It. Made. Me. Cry. Goddammit. (that's not news...)
Worst of all I was reading the ending in class but nobody noticed my tears because I held them back, plus, I had my trusty handkerchief and those allergies. So it didn't even look like I was crying at all. Ah well. But I loved the book, that's all I'm trying to say.
I'm...content at the moment. Just wondering what to read next... Shall I read another classic that's on my list? or read something "normal" for a change?
Sadly I can't browse the library because students are taking tests at those hours so it's closed.
Hmmm... Besides that, I'm writing for a bit (that isn't news...again) while listening to music on Last.fm. (Ingrid Michaelson is awesomeness!)
Okay. I'm getting repetitive... How about something interesting for a change?
Truth be told, I've been focusing so much on my characters (idk, just felt like saying this) so, I'm looking for something different to write about. Like Luna's post waaay back in October (click) she took the idea I suggested, tweaked it around a bit and voila! The Slayer came out of it. *pokes everyone who hasn't visited her blog/read it yet*
I feel optimistic and "free" at the moment (like I haven't a care in the world) so I'm not sure if I'll feel the same if I look at this post again in...[insert ridiculous amount of hours here].
*cracks knuckles* Writing-wise I'm a romantic/psychological/ horror/fantasy/mystery/supernatural/tragedy freak. Anything among these genres/subgenres/themes/whatever they're called interest me. I'm willing to break out of it if the idea's awesomeness meter beats the others (look at me assuming stuff, please excuse the weird-factor as to how I'm putting this challenge together).
Putting that aside... What I'm looking for are ideas or concepts. It could already be a plot of anything that you wish and I'll try to make something out of it (a short story). Surprise me and I might surprise you back with the outcome (doesn't that sound fun? It sure does!). Ha. I just agreed with myself. But yes, that's what I'm looking for and I hope someone will reply.
And while you're thinking about what awesome thing you'd like me to write let this picture distract you.
ORLY?
EDIT: Hello! 80th post...O!
...and to celebrate...my newest obsession (song-wise).
It. Made. Me. Cry. Goddammit. (that's not news...)
Worst of all I was reading the ending in class but nobody noticed my tears because I held them back, plus, I had my trusty handkerchief and those allergies. So it didn't even look like I was crying at all. Ah well. But I loved the book, that's all I'm trying to say.
I'm...content at the moment. Just wondering what to read next... Shall I read another classic that's on my list? or read something "normal" for a change?
Sadly I can't browse the library because students are taking tests at those hours so it's closed.
Hmmm... Besides that, I'm writing for a bit (that isn't news...again) while listening to music on Last.fm. (Ingrid Michaelson is awesomeness!)
Okay. I'm getting repetitive... How about something interesting for a change?
Truth be told, I've been focusing so much on my characters (idk, just felt like saying this) so, I'm looking for something different to write about. Like Luna's post waaay back in October (click) she took the idea I suggested, tweaked it around a bit and voila! The Slayer came out of it. *pokes everyone who hasn't visited her blog/read it yet*
I feel optimistic and "free" at the moment (like I haven't a care in the world) so I'm not sure if I'll feel the same if I look at this post again in...[insert ridiculous amount of hours here].
*cracks knuckles* Writing-wise I'm a romantic/psychological/ horror/fantasy/mystery/supernatural/tragedy freak. Anything among these genres/subgenres/themes/whatever they're called interest me. I'm willing to break out of it if the idea's awesomeness meter beats the others (look at me assuming stuff, please excuse the weird-factor as to how I'm putting this challenge together).
Putting that aside... What I'm looking for are ideas or concepts. It could already be a plot of anything that you wish and I'll try to make something out of it (a short story). Surprise me and I might surprise you back with the outcome (doesn't that sound fun? It sure does!). Ha. I just agreed with myself. But yes, that's what I'm looking for and I hope someone will reply.
The best example I could give at the moment (since I'm sleepy): "A story that centers around the events of a condemned town that calls upon those who've committed or felt guilty about what they've done. Upon arriving at this town, the environment turns to their personal hell that they have to fight their way through because that's the only way they can live normally again."Obviously a Silent Hill reference. :| Well, what can you expect for an SH music junkie?
And while you're thinking about what awesome thing you'd like me to write let this picture distract you.
ORLY?
EDIT: Hello! 80th post...O!
...and to celebrate...my newest obsession (song-wise).
Shout it Out
I believe that deeds speak louder than words. I'm afraid of being left behind and thus bring others down with me. Optimism and Pessimism is just another way of describing the weights over your Left and Right shoulder. I feel I can't cry because it'll deem me a weakling. I like screaming into a pillow or else I'll be reprimanded for making noise. The one person I really hate is myself because that's the person that hates everyone else. And blames everyone else. I bring myself down. A person I love is myself because it balances out the hatred. Fairytales are real. I take words and re-invent the meaning. Call me old fashioned because...well, I am. I may like Japanese things but I am not a Japanophile. Open-mindedness is key to understanding all life but to know absolutely everything about life is absurd. I want to shoot Raskolnikov because he's too much like me (Goddammit it. Why Rodion Romanovich? Goddammit why?!) I often ask people how it would be like if everyone was their opposite gender.... Think about it. I had a dream where I jumped off a building. Right when I landed, I woke up by the shock that ran through my body. I had that dream in class. Aglaia Ivanovna is one of the female characters I can most relate with because Prince Lev Nikolaevich Myshkin is love. I've contemplated suicide but I knew I couldn't do it because I knew it was stupid. Stories are for children, I've been told, so let me stay as one for a while longer. I had imaginary friends when I was small. Frankly, I'm lonely, but that's because I miss people I shouldn't be missing. I have this wild notion that one day a prince will swoop me off my feet and take me away...seriously now, how many times does that happen? I believe it anyway. I am not afraid of commitment. I'm just in denial that people actually like me. I hate my real name. My pseudonym is created from my first, middle and last names. Cell phones are overrated and costly and I vowed to never have one until I was old enough to pay for one myself...my parents got me one anyways. Darn. I'm scared to DEATH by spiders or anything with more legs than necessary. I'm nocturnal. I can't dance but I try, and fail, HORRIBLY. I like the waltz. Lace and flowy dresses is a love I keep to myself. People think I'm emo. I'm not. I'm me so get it straight. I'm a Psychological Horror enthusiast. I cover the walls of my room with pictures and drawings so, when I come home, I know someone wants me home. I've walked one hour in the rain to go home once and liked it. I sing terribly but that doesn't stop me. I blame myself too much. I want someone to tell me it's okay and that everything's going to be all right and MEAN IT. My characters are what make me get out of bed in the morning. They tire of me overstaying my welcome in my dreams. I can't hold on to anything good for me because I purposely want someone to hate me so I can hate myself. I absolutely dislike the slamming of doors or any variation of loud noises. It reminds me too much of when my tyrannical mother would scream and shout about the little things. My door was kicked down because I said the wrong thing at the wrong time. Go figure. I had hands wrapped round my throat as I was on the ground, and all because I was crying. A certain someone was witness to this and didn't do a thing. Begging for forgiveness helps but my pride took a hard hit. I can't trust anyone but myself. It isn't official but I'm insane, if not that, then I'm slowly going mad. I want to run away so so badly but I know there's nowhere for me to go. The only hell and heaven there is is what you define them to be. If I did something wrong, I did something wrong, it doesn't matter what you think. I'm scared of the dark because I remember what I don't want to remember. I want to fall asleep and never wake up. Someday I'll grow wings and fly away.
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“Stars fall constantly, that's why our sky is bleak and dark.”And there's a significant break after that. Critique, comments, any kind of feedback or random comment is welcome.
There is none but a moon, and sun—though small—that is constantly covered by thick clouds. A voice echoes, in that bleak reality, a reprimanding voice full of scorn. They say the world was forsaken. They say the world is doomed. They say the world is in the hands of a jealous god, who, sickly with envy and hatred for humans, wishes to extinguish their own creations...
A smile...sharp, jagged. Sunken hollow faces emerging from the fog...
Crunch! Goes the leaves under their steps as they neared the child amongst them. Long hair obscuring her shaky body, a torn dress soaked in red. She had tripped and fallen, losing her escort because of a game. This wasn't a game now.
The child, tears running from her eyes, looked around her, fear welling in the pit of her stomach. Then she stopped shaking. The hundreds of figures, the glowing, ravenous eyes, disappeared one by one, leaving a boy behind. He was like the others, pale in skin, though dressed fashionably in black and white, a red ribbon tied on his right index. Lorelei attempted to stand, suddenly noticing a ribbon on the same finger.
It wasn't there before.
Upon standing, the wound had healed and Lorelei had grown in age and appearance, from a young child to sixteen in a split second. The other had grown too, revealing a young man. He appeared to be the same age as Lorelei but there was something in his face that said otherwise. Tall and lean in structure, clad in a plain white dress shirt with hands in his trouser pockets. Through his dark layered hair were light blue eyes. Under that indifferent gaze revealed years of hurt. Suddenly, his mouth moved to form words, but Lorelei couldn't hear. He didn't seem bothered whether she heard or not.
Wanting to know more, she took a step towards him, he, backward. She paused momentarily, dashing forward to meet his challenge. He, with the same expression, spun around and walked away, gradually speeding up into a sprint. Lorelei was alone.
Fear, the same fear from her earlier encounter, returned. The same footsteps... The images from before, those human-like creatures... Panicking, she turned round and round, shouting with no voice, to something or someone... Whatever it was she was shouting, she noted three syllables...a name. She stopped and looked at her hands, the ribbon no longer present on her finger. Sadness leadened her heart.
To the left. The snapping of twigs. To the right. A faint breathing... She looked to the roof of the forest, catching a sparkle, no, several glints of light fall in the same direction the young man took. There she ran, constantly looking up at what she believed was the sky through the tops of the trees, using the fear of her assailants to push her bare feet harder.
And somewhere in her chase to find him, a verse came to mind. It was unfamiliar and not; like a tugging memory or a fragment of a dream...
“A sky full of stars where you can reach and take one if you wanted to.
A sky where light shines. A sky of springs and summers and autumns...
Somewhere, there's a sky that we'll watch together...
“Promise me this.”
...
For a second on the path, there was light. It's brightness consumed Lorelei's figure, swiftly turning to darkness. The forest scenery was gone and what remained was null space. He stood there, his back towards her. Slowly, he peered over his shoulder, his eyes registering the girl who stood meters away. Lorelei shuddered at his gaze.
For a second, there was sound, Lorelei's hands clenching the fabric of her silk nightgown. But nobody talked.
Then there was a tear that slid down Lorelei's face.
She remembered his name.
His name was...
Titles
Title, title, where art thou?
A name to call this story now;
Far and wide, I have sought,
A worthy name to fit this plot;
A list, reaching down, down, down,
All the way to that god-forsaken town;
St. Ezra, the name of an unholy saint,
Cannot possibly be the title I hope to take;
Of angels and demons, metaphorically, of innocence and sin,
Some kind of title...come on... What a rut I'm in!
A name to call this story now;
Far and wide, I have sought,
A worthy name to fit this plot;
A list, reaching down, down, down,
All the way to that god-forsaken town;
St. Ezra, the name of an unholy saint,
Cannot possibly be the title I hope to take;
Of angels and demons, metaphorically, of innocence and sin,
Some kind of title...come on... What a rut I'm in!
There's my dilemma for you...in nifty poem form. I have no fitting title for the re-write. But, I came here (since we have thirty minute periods b/c of an assembly before heading to Spring Break) to ask what defines a good title? Whether it's a story or even an essay (or a title for a person)... What does that title define for whatever object it's given?
I know that a title can't be given unless there was some sort of connection to, say...a book. The Metamorphosis obviously has some guy going through a great change. And The Idiot surely mentions...an idiot, to put it simply (but a lovable idiot at that). Oh. And a prime example: Harry Potter and the...(blah blah etc. etc.) You can't not know what's going to be introduced in the HP books if you haven't looked at the cover!
...So I'm sitting here wondering, and I have been sitting on this mental bench for awhile because all I can call my work now is Untitled or...the other names I listed next to all the character names and related poems. I've got to get focused on the main idea because, well, don't they sum up the most important part of a story? but in one word? (or three at best if you don't count those Panic! at the Disco songs...etc.)
A good title...before or after plot completion? :) Asking myself this, I say after plot completion. It only sounds right...*ponders*
Oh, Happy Thursday Bloggers it's almost the weekend and I hope everyone is pulling through fine...besides my title issue.
Mortal Peep Fight!...and a Screencap
I don't know. :D Felt like posting something I've been laughing at for a while.
I never liked Peeps anyway.
Ooh, check this out too!
Congratulations on the 1000 views Luna! I came across it randomly, hope you don't mind :3
I never liked Peeps anyway.
Ooh, check this out too!
Congratulations on the 1000 views Luna! I came across it randomly, hope you don't mind :3
Just a breather...
Come dance
in this twilight rondo;
take the hand of the devil's advocate, dressed in ebon and scarlet
embrace this nightmarish waltz
Spin spin
upon the reflecting marble;
pale moonlight lighting this hellish dance.
There are no eyes looking upon more you more lovingly than these--
from the devil dressed in finery--
An unbreakable bond
with hands clasped tight.
A devil's kiss--
takes you asunder into the world of sins and endless dances...
Come dance, eternally,
in this twilight rondo;
take the hand of the devil himself
and embrace this nightmarish waltz.
...some random concept for a writing project of mine.
What say you to a horror anthology? (Was what I literally said to myself some weeks ago...and I think I'm getting a cold of some sort because it hurts to swallow.)
I don't have much to say except that third quarter is almost over and I have this mondo (1500 words isn't so tough) report due for English on what it means to be an American. Sounds easy enough...kind of.
Nevertheless, school is just being school and I'm trying my very best to keep up with it. :)
Oh. I finished The Idiot some time ago as well. Honestly, I was swept away with every one of the characters and...like the empathetic person I am...had to cry at that final scene. Now, I don't find it shameful. I'm amazed that I can even be moved by a literary work that was done a couple hundred years ago (I believe)...but the same thing happened to me when I was reading Crime and Punishment...but I'm still in that amazed factor and have gotten to wondering about today's fiction...
But hey, that's just me rambling again.
By the way, seen any good movies lately?
Me? Not really. I thought that the Friday the 13th remake...hmm...I don't know, I think they tried too hard...In other words, it was horrible, no wait...either it wasn't horrible enough or it was so horrible that it warped my little mind...wait, that doesn't sound right. D:
Anyways, just so you know that I don't have a definite opinion about it because...because....
...
...huh, maybe it did warp my little mind (now if this computer wasn't angled a bit to the left.....)
Alright, I've go to go. :D
(It was fun rambling again.)
in this twilight rondo;
take the hand of the devil's advocate, dressed in ebon and scarlet
embrace this nightmarish waltz
Spin spin
upon the reflecting marble;
pale moonlight lighting this hellish dance.
There are no eyes looking upon more you more lovingly than these--
from the devil dressed in finery--
An unbreakable bond
with hands clasped tight.
A devil's kiss--
takes you asunder into the world of sins and endless dances...
Come dance, eternally,
in this twilight rondo;
take the hand of the devil himself
and embrace this nightmarish waltz.
...some random concept for a writing project of mine.
What say you to a horror anthology? (Was what I literally said to myself some weeks ago...and I think I'm getting a cold of some sort because it hurts to swallow.)
I don't have much to say except that third quarter is almost over and I have this mondo (1500 words isn't so tough) report due for English on what it means to be an American. Sounds easy enough...kind of.
Nevertheless, school is just being school and I'm trying my very best to keep up with it. :)
Oh. I finished The Idiot some time ago as well. Honestly, I was swept away with every one of the characters and...like the empathetic person I am...had to cry at that final scene. Now, I don't find it shameful. I'm amazed that I can even be moved by a literary work that was done a couple hundred years ago (I believe)...but the same thing happened to me when I was reading Crime and Punishment...but I'm still in that amazed factor and have gotten to wondering about today's fiction...
But hey, that's just me rambling again.
By the way, seen any good movies lately?
Me? Not really. I thought that the Friday the 13th remake...hmm...I don't know, I think they tried too hard...In other words, it was horrible, no wait...either it wasn't horrible enough or it was so horrible that it warped my little mind...wait, that doesn't sound right. D:
Anyways, just so you know that I don't have a definite opinion about it because...because....
...
...huh, maybe it did warp my little mind (now if this computer wasn't angled a bit to the left.....)
Alright, I've go to go. :D
(It was fun rambling again.)
Good Ol' Hallows Eve...and Candy
This was probably one of the more memorable halloweens ever! At first, of course, I was late to school (since I was too tired trying to figure out a last minute costume b/c of a couple dilemmas) but I made it in the middle of second period. I didn't wear the ghost costume (like that polaroid I took a picture off) but I wore the angel wings and a balck dress with a red ribbon (which I wish I could've taken a picture of before it as gone completely.
For a last minute costume it went pretty well.
I changed into the ghost costume once my cousin arrived to help me give out candy. We practically stood outside, motionless like statues, and waited for the arrival of trick-or-treaters. And form all that standing, my feet were tired--crazily enough, I started waltzing in the middle of the road since there were barely any people coming anyway. So...that was a lot of fun. :-D
Anywho, I'm psyched for NaNoWriMo but still can't get my head wrapped around LoF. I tried to do some of the editing earlier today but...it didn't work out so well as I had planned. I might even have to write a post to post-pone the updates till NaNo is done.
...But I'll give that some though before doing so.
Besides a candy-filled halloween (by that I mean siphoning off Life Savers...and seeing hi-larious costumes (jeez, I saw a dude clad in a prom dress and make-up and banana people...and three obese ninjas with their rear-ends showing...) it's been a fun day/night and it's going to rain!
Hope everyone's Halloween was something...Halloweeny...well, something along those lines. :-)
For a last minute costume it went pretty well.
I changed into the ghost costume once my cousin arrived to help me give out candy. We practically stood outside, motionless like statues, and waited for the arrival of trick-or-treaters. And form all that standing, my feet were tired--crazily enough, I started waltzing in the middle of the road since there were barely any people coming anyway. So...that was a lot of fun. :-D
Anywho, I'm psyched for NaNoWriMo but still can't get my head wrapped around LoF. I tried to do some of the editing earlier today but...it didn't work out so well as I had planned. I might even have to write a post to post-pone the updates till NaNo is done.
...But I'll give that some though before doing so.
Besides a candy-filled halloween (by that I mean siphoning off Life Savers...and seeing hi-larious costumes (jeez, I saw a dude clad in a prom dress and make-up and banana people...and three obese ninjas with their rear-ends showing...) it's been a fun day/night and it's going to rain!
Hope everyone's Halloween was something...Halloweeny...well, something along those lines. :-)