To put it simply, this post will be missing something by the time I am done writing it. It's some little writing exercise I just thought of. But, something is missing now, I wonder if you've noticed it. I'll continue down the sequence post-completion of this. This isn't quite simple, keeping to the puzzle. I'll cut it short, due to such difficulty. But not now, I've still got more puzzle in me. Let us see, how can I continue this silliness? I know, I will write about experiences with writing! Where to begin... The first thing I ever truly wrote was some horrid piece of pokemon fiction; the likes of which I prefer not to remember. The pokemon piece of my writing life continued on, soon showing me the forum "pokecommunity." It's not too horrible, but there are numerous people who will bug you. Mostly poor writers who think they're excellent. They will write something, post it, then expect mindless complements from the other users. Sorrowfully, I too must live down such crimes, but I digress.
I moved onto my current project close to the time I joined this forum. (For those who don't know it, this is Grey, my fiction).
I suppose this is the end. Oh well, some will see the truth, others will not. Tell me is you solve this conundrum!
Before I start writing anything, I would like to point out one little thing. A while back I posted a continuation on a story I posted in the novel section here (see this link), seeing as editing the original post would exactly draw much attention. So when I waited patiently for a review, even just a couple of friendly words of advice, only to find nothing, I was rather disappointed. This is, after all, a forum dedicated to writing and reviewing. I understand that people have lives, and can't just put everything on hold to review something for a stranger, but when you join a website meant for that purpose exactly, there should be a bit of a commitment. Yes this may seem childish, and I realize I'm not very well known by the denizens of this forum, but come on! Other people post stories and such to their blog, and they don't get brushed off like yesterday's garbage. So, in the end, I guess all I am trying to say is don't review just because that is the only way to post stories outside of a blog, review because you are kind and don't mind helping out a random stranger. This now leads back to my personal motto, (and I hope it is the same for many others) "random acts of kindness."
Now, onto new business. I have taken up making video games. Not regular flash games that you can find on any old website, but actual games. I've been using a program called RPG maker 2003. I personally think it is awesome!
First off, I would like to thank everyone who commented on my previous post. To answer any questions you may have had about it, I have a hard school life. It has been turning up recently, however, so I don't think I'll be posting anything else like that again.
And now for something completely different...
My writers block has been acting up recently. It sucks, to put it bluntly. I can feel a little spark, but I can't seem to get it to light. I think this is because I'm very picky about when I write, so I don't have many chances. I can write most times, but I prefer to be alone (or at least the only one awake). I have written some good things while having someone else active in the same room, but it is hard. Anyways, I fear I may not be able to get as many chances to write as I want, so anybody have any suggestions as to how I can overcome this?
Lastly, I would like to present a new idea for reviewing.
Rather than sifting through a person's story, making sure to catch any mistakes, why don't you just leave that to the writer? Think about it; if all you do is tell them what they need to work on, and only use quotes from their writing as examples, it takes most of the work out of reviewing! I'm not trying to offend anyone with this, but I think most people don't like spending long periods of time reviewing, which is why I came up with this idea. This isn't for everyone though, I just thought someone might appreciate the new idea. Another benefit is that if you don't locate every mistake in their story for them, (meaning don't tell them where the mistakes are) then they will learn how to proofread better.
I'm done now.
No. Just no. I'm tired of all of this. People pretending to be nice, but when it really comes down to it, they would stab you in the back for a nickel. If you were lucky. People who act kind to your face, but in truth would rather rip your throat out and stomp on the remains. I guess I should be saying I tired of hypocrisy. Which I am. I have nothing more to say about it either.
I posted an unfinished story on here last month (maybe October, I don't remember) and have since added onto it. Since simply editing the changes into the original post wouldn't attract any attention, I thought I would post the new material here. For those who would like the read the beginning of this, here is the link. I'm not asking for a full-out critique (I wouldn't mind though ) just a few remarks, maybe you could point out some mistakes if there are any.
Some time later I turned my attention upwards, hoping to gain some bearing of where I was. I saw nothing but two large birds circling me in the bleak skies as I stood. "Sorry, I'm not dead yet." I whispered to them, turning my attention back to the path in front of me. For all that I could see, nothing but wasteland and death showed.
"How daunting," I added, no louder than before.
"Hey, wait up!" I shouted, running after my friend.
"No way, you'll just have to catch up!" He replied, increasing his speed.
It was always like that, Leon would run and shout and never get tired, but I would tire quickly and usually end up waiting for him to find me. But we didn't care, it was fun.
I continued to run after him for some time, but somehow he kept ahead of me at all times. I soon gave up, sitting down on a large rock I had passed not much earlier.
"Alright Leon, I give up!" I shouted, making sure he stopped and didn't get lost.
"About time too, I was about to double back and go home!" He replied, coming from around a corner in the trail.
"Again? Don't you remember what happened last time?" I asked him, rather annoyed.
He stood there for a moment, lost in thought. "Oh yeah!" He exclaimed, "You got lost and had to stay the night in the forest!"
"My point exactly," I bluntly told him.
"Well maybe if you kept up we wouldn't have this problem!" He teased, running off in the direction we came from.
I sighed heavily, standing from the rock and dusting myself off.
"Here we go again," I moaned, running after my hyper-active friend.
It had only been a few years since then, and Leon still looked like he would explode if he didn't run everywhere. Only now he did it with purpose; albeit obscure purposes.
"I wonder where he is now." I spoke to the wasteland. I had taken to saying most of my thoughts, considering the last sign of life I had seen was a cactus. A very withered cactus, which I had broke for water. Only now I wasn't so certain that was a good idea, as my stomah was voicing some very painful problems. I could only hope that it was simply stagnant, and not infested with some malicious bacteria.
"Don't worry, it's only nausea caused by lack of food."
A voice. A mysterious, yet friendly, voice.
I snapped into a fighting stance, wishing for my sword.
"Who's there?" I shouted, searching for the source between a vulture carcass and a rotting twig of a tree.
"No need to shout boy, I'm right behind yeh!" It scolded, tapping my shoulder.
I spun around to see none other than Kale.
"Kale? How did you get here?" I asked, easing my position.
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