So the thread on losing inspiration really hit me hard the other day. A member there said what I've always been afraid of -- that there's a difference between writers and fantasizers. Because I want to be a writer, yes. Absolutely. But I've become a fantasizer. I used to write short stories as a child and enter them into contests (though I hate saying, "I'm 26 and have been writing for 20 years"). I wrote poetry in grade school, roleplayed, and started my first novel in high school, which I abandoned after eight chapters. It wasn't until I was 19 that I decided, really, that I wanted to be a writer. Since then, it's just been a lot of planning, with only a little writing. I would write between two and eight chapters, only to decide that I hated it, and I'd delete it and never think about it again. In the last year, the only thing I've truly written are all of my ideas and one short story. I guess a short story is better than nothing, but still. The thread made me realize that I don't WANT to be a fantasizer. I want to be a writer. So today, I downloaded LibreOffice on my new computer.. and I wrote. Title: None yet Genre: Urban fantasy, preferably directed toward the New Adult age group Setting: Colorado, in an undisclosed time in the future, where tolerance has become the norm and people are allowed to be live happily, mostly free of discrimination Inspiration: A dream I had about a young girl choosing to turn into a vicious-looking monster to prove that they are gentle, kind creatures Theme: Tolerance and acceptance, empowerment and coming into your own, choosing for yourself instead of following orders, appearance isn't always what it seems Main Characters: Giselle Lesco-- 20ish; daughter of the oppressive governor of Colorado; believes people are innately good and tries to prove this to her family; is used to doing what she's told and must learn to speak up, defend herself, and become her own person. Lonnie-- a golem (might change this later) with a bad attitude; used to be very close to a human woman, but she was accidentally killed by other golems; separates himself from his home town out of anger and must learn to trust people again. Synopsis (working): Creatures of myth have come out of hiding. Vampires, werewolves, and faeries walk the streets among humans. They seek jobs and education. Their aim is to have the same rights and acceptance as humans. But the world is unsure of what to make of them. America has become so fearful that they've made it illegal for these creatures -- or heteroclites -- to breed in any way. They must register their new addresses, vehicles, and jobs as if they were common criminals until the country can decide on a better way to deal with them. Governor Lesco, father of Giselle, is determined to see them all locked away and studied. But Giselle disagrees with his plan. And when she is given a college assignment to argue for or against the heteroclites (commonly -- and insultingly -- known as kinks), she meets a golem named Lonnie. Determined to prove that the kinks are no different than humans, Giselle begs Lonnie to break the law and change her into a creature like him. Knowing she is determined to be changed, and not trusting anyone else to do it, Lonnie agrees. But it soon becomes clear to Lonnie that Giselle's new life force is tied to something greater. If she doesn't make it across the country to the Stele -- the creator of the golems -- then she will perish. Lonnie is determined to save her in the way he couldn't save his friend, so he promises to get her to the Stele -- without ever telling her that her life is in danger. However, Governor Lesco, unaware of the circumstances surrounding his daughter's life, has declared Lonnie a criminal and has started a nationwide manhunt to arrest Lonnie and bring Giselle home. Can Lonnie and Giselle make it to the Stele in time, all the while avoiding capture? Current Word Count: 2,850 (2 1/2 Chapters) It's not much. And it's shit. (Giselle said this. Then she did this. Then this happened.) Complete shit with no emotion and no description. But it's something. At least I have something. I can always edit it later. And for the first time in my entire life, I don't care that the first two chapters aren't perfect. I just want to put something down. I know once I get moving, it'll be hard to stop. The only reason I stopped where I did today is because I know it'll be easy to pick up from tomorrow. So... yay me!