So, other than the strange person asking me if I wanted to do fanart in an area near me (yes, I like fanart, but I'm 15 and the only way I'd be able to do that is if it were in my hometown. Let me just give you my house address now), there's been a few other weird glitches in my weekend. I'm pretty sure at the top of the list would have to be getting sick and my brother going back to jail.
I might not write for a few days, but I do want any of you that read this to go and read/review There's a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought of it Yet on FFN sometime soon.
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6766786/1/Theres_A_Good_Reason
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
So...
I don't really know what to do day to day now. I have my musical stuff, and my writing, but there's this huge gap that keeps getting to me. I try to talk to people close to me so I don't realize it's there, but it is. I've had a boyfriend in the past, a few actually, but maybe the lack of one is killing me on the inside. It's hard to write about love when you've not only experienced it, but you can't get it back. If I had it in me, I might write something based around the hate that I experience in day to day life.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Music of the Day
Well, month really as it seems to be. Lately I seem to be blaring a lot of Panic! At the Disco (I'm in love with The Ballad of Mona Lisa), and some Glee stuff (Mostly Valerie and Thriller/Heads Will Roll). I'm thinking of writing a story around my favorite song (one shot of course) where it follows the plot of There's a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought of it Yet, a more literal songfic compared to the one featuring Kursed. Wish me luck?
Recuperation
For those of you following this story, it's largely me practicing and trying to get back to my old self. This story is another Wolf/Fox lovefest, but it's largely fluff and exploring real situations in a not-so-real world. The gist of it up until now is Wolf being saved by Fox, whom is working both at fixing Wolf physically, and exploring him personally.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Revamped
I've started working on writing again, mostly affected by the fact that I've fallen back into love (which is pretty rare for me but this is a good thing), and a lot of my stories I'm currently writing seem to have allusions towards him. Whatever it is, it's working and it's made writing more bearable.
Panic! At the Disco is releasing a new album, which I've preordered because the sound of Brendon Urie's voice is pretty fucking awesome. Even if you don't like them, if you like my writing you'll have to deal with it. They're the inspiration for most everything I've written to date.
And for closing, here's a tidbit of a story I think I might start writing seriously soon:
The shatter of the world around me was breathtaking, like time had frozen in place and I'd been left there standing. No one spoke, no one looked... the world had seemingly stopped for just those few moments and I was the only one consciously aware of it. This moment in time, whatever it was, seemed to be frozen for me. There's no reason though--there's no one here that I like; there's nothing I recognize; it's not even memory worthy. So why now? Is there a lesson that I'm supposed to be taking in? I'm not capable of osmosis or whatever crap is expected of this.
My breath released, pent-up in my lungs, and the world began to move again. I know I had aboslutely nothing to do with it, but the pure fact that it seemed to freeze for me was breathtaking. If reality were this easy, I wouldn't be forced to live in this fantasy so often. The thoughts that people would stop and stare at me, the thoughts that attention was all that I ever needed--it was pleasant. I like this feeling.
Panic! At the Disco is releasing a new album, which I've preordered because the sound of Brendon Urie's voice is pretty fucking awesome. Even if you don't like them, if you like my writing you'll have to deal with it. They're the inspiration for most everything I've written to date.
And for closing, here's a tidbit of a story I think I might start writing seriously soon:
The shatter of the world around me was breathtaking, like time had frozen in place and I'd been left there standing. No one spoke, no one looked... the world had seemingly stopped for just those few moments and I was the only one consciously aware of it. This moment in time, whatever it was, seemed to be frozen for me. There's no reason though--there's no one here that I like; there's nothing I recognize; it's not even memory worthy. So why now? Is there a lesson that I'm supposed to be taking in? I'm not capable of osmosis or whatever crap is expected of this.
My breath released, pent-up in my lungs, and the world began to move again. I know I had aboslutely nothing to do with it, but the pure fact that it seemed to freeze for me was breathtaking. If reality were this easy, I wouldn't be forced to live in this fantasy so often. The thoughts that people would stop and stare at me, the thoughts that attention was all that I ever needed--it was pleasant. I like this feeling.
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