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." /rant 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! /product placement.
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. Anyways... Gray: 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.
To help get into what I'm writing, I've been making sheets on my characters, detailing their personality, history, and other aspects of them. For anyone who has read my currently unfinished story, "Grey," this is Aaron. Name: Aaron Lloyd Zephyr Age: 15 Gender: Male Personality: Aaron is different. He feels a need to study his surroundings, to take in everything he can see and examine it thoroughly. This includes people as well, he has a bad habit of asking someone many questions about personal issues. Other than that he is pretty laid back. He immensely enjoys sleeping in and cold, windy days. He finds peace in isolated forests, liking to sit and watch the wildlife. Despite his rational nature, he often rushes into things. Normally, he manages to work things out as they go, but from time to time something catastrophic happens and he winds up in a mysterious room with two demented kids. He really enjoys spaghetti. If I added any more to Aaron, it might ruin the story for me. I have several other characters made, but I don't really feel like posting them. Besides, if I told you everything, you wouldn't read my story!
Zombies: Flesh eating undead, or just misunderstood? This idea came to me while I was in the shower last night. What if zombies literally were undead, not just mindless carnivores? What I mean is, what if zombies were simply people who had been brought back to life, albeit having been officially dead? Would they want their old jobs and families back? Probably. But, since this doesn't seem very interesting, I had to come up with a catch. I currently have two ideas for the downside. One: While they are the same person they were before they died, they had a craving for raw meat. Soon, with the undead eating all forms of livestock nearly to extinction, they turned to the only other alternative; humans. This would then star a war between the living and the dead. But for every loss on the living side, the dead gain another. This would lead to the living being nearly wiped out. I don't have any thoughts for the solution to this possibility yet though. Catch number two: The living start hunting the dead as a sport. That's all I have for this one. Downside three: The dead start to believe they are better than the living, because they cheated death. Soon, the living are reported missing all over the globe, and the dead are responsible, but no one knows. Soon, the dead start attacking the living more openly, and eventually declare war on the living, or "first lifers" as they begin to call them. Two more things I have yet to come up with, however, are the reason the dead are undead, and whether or not they would continue decaying. But there is one element that I would include no matter what path I take. Shotguns. Shotguns are the ultimate weapon when it comes to fighting zombies. It's just the way things are. In conclusion: some tips for dealing with zombies. 1: If you ever find yourself in a area with a lot of flesh eating zombies, and there are crazy, living people wanting to make a lot of noise, don't disturb them. Better them than you. But if the zombies come after you, shoot or hit them in the head, or set them on fire. If all else fails, run like hell away from them. 2: Don't cut up the living dead. The parts will still come after you. 3: If you are wounded by flesh-eating zombies, aboandon all hope, because sooner or later, no matter how many anti-biotics you take, yer gonna become one of 'em. 4: If a zombie is trying to get into your house, don't decide to try and find your lost cat or dog. Give it up, Fido and Fluffy are on their own. Fin.
I fell asleep writing this. I'm not kidding, I was so tired I fell asleep at my desk, and when I woke up, my cheek was wet. Yes, I was disgusted. I then took one look at what I had been writing, and said "What the crap?" I'll spare you the details and tell you only the title. 'High school: The modern Feudal system.' I know it sounds sensible, and could probably be written neatly and make sense. But what I had written was obviously the ravings of an annoyed Freshman who was to tired to remember that this is the internet. So I woke up, read my rant, and immediately deleted it. Then I wrote this. In other news, my brother is finally letting me join him and his friends for a game of Dungeons and Dragons. Yay for me! I'm a nineteen year old human monk named Darren Warsaw. First time ever playing, so I'll most likely die. Who knows, I might take to it like a fish to water. Feel free to speculate on what I may have written before I fell asleep.
So far I have had much trouble writing anything this month. Each day I get up an hour before I need to so I can write, and I write from nine to ten o' clock, yet I'm still doing poorly. Although I guess writing something actually means staying focused for a period longer than ten minutes at a time. I only have about 2,400 words in thirteen days, which I'll admit is phenomenal for my usual pace, but considering how much work I'm putting into this, I would think I would be at least a little farther. Honestly, I'm very discouraged. I tried this last year as well, and then I only got to about seven hundred words. So I guess I am doing better than then, but it is still not very encouraging. If only I had ten dollars...
I decided to write my current project in an unusual format. No chapters, and no other separations. So pretty much, it would be one long story with no breaks. I confident that this won't be a problem because I'm certain it won't be very long. I'd like it to be longer, but quite frankly, I'm just not a good enough writer. I write because I want to get better though, so I'm not nervous. In other news, I'm going to state in band! Hooray for me! I live in Michigan, so I'm going to Ford field on Saturday! More hoorays! We're doing an Apollo thirteen show, which is really cool (if you could see it, you would agree). Lastly, I leave you with this link.
So, I started my Freshmen year three days ago. It really isn't as bad as most movies and TV shows make it out to be. For me, anyways. My day starts with World history. It's not so bad, my teacher is nice (so far no homework from her ) Then I go to Algebra I. This class is the most annoying. We always get an assignment which is pretty much impossible to complete during class. It's mostly review right now, so that's not such a problem. But I sit next to a very talkative friend, so working is pretty much out of the window. After I get out of that I have Health class. This is probably the best class of my day, seeing as my teacher doesn't work us to hard, and he is a pretty fun guy. Once I'm out of Health I get to go to lunch. We can leave the school during lunch, so I ride my bike home a back to help stay in shape. The last half of the day starts with Biology. It's a challenging class, but the teacher is fairly laid back, so we don't get much work. My last class is band. Band is awesome. We have lots of fun with all of the performances we have, and our field show theme is Apollo XII so it is also cool. To answer the question you all have been thinking since I said I was in band, I play Trombone. SLIDE PRIDE! The most prominent downside to all this is I now have a very much so impaired block of time to be able to write. Maybe I should be working on my story instead of writing this blog. Hmmm... Lastly, for all those who read my last post, I failed the test to skip English 9. I only got 66%, so I'm stuck taking the same class as everyone else.
Just because. That is all the reasoning behind this post. That and I wanted to write something, but the way my computer is set up, I constantly feel like someone is watching me. (It's the government, man!) So yeah, I'm writing something. Here. In this blog. Yay, I guess. So, moving on... I recently took a test, which if I passed, will mean I don't have to take English 9. Which would be very nice. Especially in me senior year. In my Senior year, I'll have already taken English 12, so I'll have a free block. If I put that free block at the end of my day, I'll be getting out of school an hour early! Which would be awesome! On the serious side however, I figure skipping a year of English would look good on my college resume. So, huzzah to that. But still, shorter school days.
I noticed something about people writers a long time ago. What they write about is directly related to the kind of person they are. For example: A person who writes comedy stuff is going to have a really good sense of humor. But then you say "But BSoD, that's obvious!" So I give you another example. Someone who writes overly morbid, or extremely depressing things, usually describing the evils in life, are going to have pretty dark minds. But you still reply "That's obvious!" So I go even further in depth. A complete list of every genre, and the type of person who would write it (excluding the ones I already mentioned.) Adventure: These people most likely travel a lot, or at least want to. Action/Thriller: These people are, obviously, a thrill seeker. They most likely enjoy things such as roller coaster, or other extreme amusement rides. Fantasy: These people always have their head in the clouds, and most likely write and read fantasy as an escape from real life. Science fiction: These people are more technologically based than most. They tend to think in a more logical way, analyzing things more than they need to. Romance: These people are likely to not be married or in a relationship, hence their wanting to write about people who are. If they are in a relationship, then they like to explore the dynamics of couples. Or they used it a side genre to add more to the story. Realistic fiction: These people are, for the most part, not as imaginative as others. Not all are this way, but it is very likely. Historical fiction: These people tend to think the world was better off in the time period they are writing about, or are fascinated by history itself. Mystery: These people tend to think in riddles, and also like to solve puzzles. That is all the genre's I can think off of the top of my head. If anyone has one that I missed, just mention it in the comments and I will add and entry. Now you are probably all wondering what I write. If not, oh well. I'm not telling you though. You are, however, welcome to guess. The first to get it right gets a cookie. The cookie may or may not be real.
It's now 12:05 AM where I am. I wonder what time it will be when I'm done. Only one way to find out. I've been pondering whether or not to treat this like some sort of online journal, or to use it as an excuse to post pieces of writing to be reviewed and therefore bypass the two review before posting a story rule. I leaning more towards the first simply because I find the latter rather crude and underhanded. Journal it is. I will not, however, have a set schedule for this. In fact, I doubt I'll use as more than a vent to express my writer side. I figure, if I can write a blog, I can write a story. Now let's hope I don't give this up like a story I run in my head to much. And that leads me to topic number two on today's entry. I find NOT thinking about your story and not planning it at all will give you the highest chance of finishing. The way I see it, if you use all sorts of steps to plan out a story, you've already written it in your head, so it's like re-writing a book you've already read. That is how I lost the will to write at least 90% of my writings. I'm tired now. I guess it is rather late. That and Band conditioning. So at 12:37 AM I end a rather short blog with this: BOO!
I never thought I would ever stain my memory with a recollection of writing a blog, but here I am. I just realized how over written that is. But I stand by it! I guess I should start writing more than just comments on my surprise of me having a blog. Wow... I have nothing to write. I guess I should just start with the beginning of my writing. Other than class assignments the first thing I ever wrote was a story called "A twin adventure." It was a bit of pokemon fanfiction, and I originally posted it on a site called "The pokemon tower." Later I realized how much that site sucked, but at the time I thought it was pretty popular. It was about two boys, who, you guessed it, went on a journey through one of the regions from the game. It was quite possibly one of the most cliched things I have ever read, and I wrote it! On a side note, if you would like to keep your face, do not visit thepokemontower.com. IT HURTS! After that I found the forum pokecommunity.com. This was about a year ago. I posted "A twin adventure" there, only to learn two things. One: I had never received any constructive criticism, and two: I knew very little about plot construction. After seeing the seemingly negative reaction, I dropped the story like a hot piece of toast. I then started writing "Absol tales" my first attempt at writing a thriller. It got a better reaction, and while writing it I learned to distinguish constructive criticism from flat out insults. Even so, I was unable to complete "Absol tales." I soon moved onto a series of one chapter ideas, until I stumbled upon my idea for "Iron man." No, not the Black Sabbath song. I have to admit, while I have put it on delay to write something original, it is my favorite. Six months and many failed attempts later, I finally have a story I know I can finish and will. It originated as a story for my English class; a simple Sci-Fi story for our fiction unit. I didn't even finish it, and my teacher gave me an A. I also doubled the second highest length in my class. (My apologies if it seems like I'm bragging.) And so I'm here. I finally found a forum dedicated purely to writing. And I'm happy. Until next time.