As a high-school student, I honestly wish I could find more time to write, read, play music and watch classic animations. But frankly, that's not happening. SO: Feel free to follow along, comment, subscribe, etc. I basically will try and update this daily (No promises), but I'd like to just point out that everyone is inspired and pushed forward with support from their communities.
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  1. A break from writing, despite how long it has been, has really helped me redefine my techniques for writing. Before, I rushed headlong into the fray, only to get my head cut off at the first pass. Like every other form of art, there is ALWAYS some planning to be done. Whether it be in the form of note cards, outlines, character sheets (whatever the heck those are...), or anything else, every successful book always has some planning beforehand. As of now, my ideas have been just that: ideas. Any progress falls short with poor planning, and more than anything it can make or break a book; even short stories have to be pieced together in some degree. All forms of films start with a script, all music starts with scribbled lyrics and rushed sheet music, and all writing starts with something on paper. If there's anything that people don't understand about writing, it's the fact that things have to be planned out; there's no improvisation, even in the theater (improv is merely comical, never to be taken seriously). So what makes me an expert?

    Cleaning out old files, I've deleted some 10,000+ words in old ideas that I just ran with. That's a LOT of wasted time and effort, especially on my own schedule. Not all of it was bad; in fact, most of that I took pride in. The inspiration ran from me, though, and now I have words on paper. When someone tells you to get an idea and run with it, DON'T. Sit on the idea, give it a leash, and make sure it doesn't get away from you. You can NEVER just jump into a project blind; you can never just push on without a plan, otherwise you'll lose yourself to stray ideas. I repeat: When someone tells you to run with an idea, DON'T. It can be, has been, and (I really hope that I'm lying) will be the downfall of many ideas I've had. What makes me an expert? I've fallen to it countless times. I learn from my mistakes, and I took the time to write this so that I don't have to see anyone else do the same.

    Current Progress: 0 Words. And I'm d*** proud of it.

    -- JPGriffin
  2. It's been quite some time since I've posted here, in forums, blogs, or anywhere really. Maybe for better, maybe for worse, but as I see it things will only be as good or as bad as I make them. I don't plan on being here for too much- as a writer I know that a valuable tool can be others' input, but for that I have friends to rely on. Don't mistake this for bashing the credibility of some (many, few, or all) writers here; I've seen some amazing talent here that I honestly envy, but the revelation that I've come to is this: I can only go as far as my talents will take me. I can't rely on others to write my own story, nor can I rely on them to solve all of the issues, lest I fall victim to depending too heavily on others. So instead, I plan on helping out others around me, not because I have to, but because many times they share the same questions that I have. For those who want to follow my work, I'd be more than happy to accommodate you, but from now on I need to rely on myself as much as possible.

    -- JPGriffin
  3. This was my original comment to a blog post on this forum, but the scope of what I had to say deserves more than a comment. To expand on the concept of time travel, something I may very well incorporate into a sci-fi book, I'd like to make a few examples of why and how this theory of why we haven't seen time travel is possible.

    One of the most notable ones I'd hope everyone would recognize is the long-running tales of Doctor Who. We all know the famous TARDIS (Time and Relative Dimension in Space) that he uses, and just looking at its name we can see that the idea of a zipper fits perfectly. "Time and relative Dimension" refers to a time and its current path, "Parallel Universe" in Layamon terms. Each Dimension they travel to has its own path in time, and with it infinite number of branches for possible futures. This is why The Doctor's trips to the future almost always end up with "That's not supposed to happen;" his entrance to the setting, or any prior alterations since his last visit, had changed the outcome of some event, and thus sent him to a different line in the future. So, maybe in this sense, more of a tree-branch visual could be used.

    Should someone invent time-travel in the near or distant future, they would need to be able to travel back in time and keep everything unaltered. A famous scientist once said that the mere observation of an experiment can change its outcome, so merely viewing an incident can alter the time-traveler's intended course. It'd be nearly impossible to go to the past and remain on the original course, being our own course, when infinite changes are possible and all the more probable.

    As for the manner of how to travel in time, to go back would be fairly simple in theory. All it would require is the compression of time into the larger branches passed along the way. Of course that requires finding the forces that affect time itself, but that will come in the future. Going forward, though, means traveling down a single path until one reaches a single point a predetermined point further on. Beyond that, it means literally unraveling time before you, and unless if our technology allows us to pick which path we take, there's no guarantee that said time-traveler will ever return.

    Food for Thought by J.P. Griffin
  4. Nothing wonderful can never last forever- it's a sad fact of life, and for my generation seems to be one of the most prominent lessons to be seen. Kids born in the '90s, I believe, have some of the worst luck in terms of timing (creativity-wise, I realize we're lucky enough to come into a generation of technology and such). Within the past few years I've seen the end of many a good books, movies, cartoons, television shows, any and all forms of entertainment from interactive to recreational. The final closing of Toy Story 3 brought tears to my eyes; The world shook with anticipation hours before the final Harry Potter book was released; Paolini closed his series with a relatively good bang (to the public's view); and Disney's re-release of classic film shows that there truly isn't much else to look forward to in hand-drawn-animation.

    So now I'm left with this feeling of... emptiness. My childhood dreams are crumbling down before me, and little is coming to replace it. There are some contenders, The Hunger Games amongst them (yet the series is already concluded, if I'm not mistaken), but I can't help but feel that they simply aren't meeting the same standards. I'm being thrown into a world of self-fulfillment, which translates into isolationism.

    In the spirit and honor of creativity I pick up the pen and write what I hope will entertain someone else for years to come. I hope to write that fulfilling part to close that gap. But how do I continue on when I feel the same void within me?

    Doom and gloom, dusk and despair, lives falling apart everywhere (a nice little poem there), and I still search on for that fulfilling part. I can't very well write to fill a gap I haven't found a way to close myself. And of all times, only months away until friends part, moving away to different colleges, people separate and leave one another behind- I very well fear becoming a shell of a man that I once was. This is something I've never had to cope with so strongly- before, it would be the end of a novel, but there would always be a sequel or another to replace it. Now, nothing comes forward to support. Backs are turned to the struggles I've never had to face, and for the first time in a long time, I feel completely and utterly alone.

    Is it because I want to find change? Because I want to change who I am for my betterment? Surely, when walls are crumbling down anyways it's better to find a new home, right? These are the thoughts that I ask myself now, who really am I? Am I truly a writer, crafting stories, tales, and articles for others to reflect on? Am I truly a musician, singing of my life and what I hoped to be? The structures of my life are quickly crumbling, and there's no solid ground anywhere around to stand on.

    A self-reflection by J.P. Griffin.
  5. ... I find my flash drive missing. Typical of me, but I know that this time, unless if I left it in a computer at school (in which case, I may as well give up now), that this simply wasn't my fault. I'll admit, I'm forgetful, but never about something that I enjoy as much as writing.

    I've basically torn apart my entire room, looking for this stupid tiny piece of technology that could possibly ruin me should somebody be nosy. Why do I bother? Because, that piece of plastic and metal has on it every story idea, every concept I've ever had. I've attached a file to it in case if I lost it, asking the person to return it to me. Which is wonderful, if people were considerate enough to consider the original owner. *sigh* So, now I'm forced to send documents through e-mail, which for personal reasons I'd rather avoid. But, as the French say, C'est la vie. Note to self- attach a string to flash drive ASAP.