Writer's Block: Hello, World!
Jan. 6th, 2012 11:33 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
Getting hurt and going to the hospital.
I was three years old. My Mom kept a sun oven out by the back porch of our house, and my little brother and I were playing with it--by jumping on the glass door on top. I'd jump on and off, then he would jump on and off, and we'd rotate back and forth.
( Not hard to figure out where this is going . . . )
Getting hurt and going to the hospital.
I was three years old. My Mom kept a sun oven out by the back porch of our house, and my little brother and I were playing with it--by jumping on the glass door on top. I'd jump on and off, then he would jump on and off, and we'd rotate back and forth.
( Not hard to figure out where this is going . . . )
Writer's Block: Friends forever
Dec. 6th, 2011 05:26 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]
Yes, indeed. Most of the time, they were just people I'd made up to put into stories. Dozens and dozens of characters. I didn't talk to them or hold imaginary tea parties with them or anything like that--but they were still as real and interesting to me as anybody I knew in real life. No, make that more real and interesting. XD
But I never told anybody about them, because my stories and my characters were mine, and I wanted to keep them to myself.
At one point, I did pretend I had an imaginary twin sister named Victoria, and I talked to her for a little while. Then I got bored, because she wasn't as fun as a character in a story, and so I went back to my characters and stories.
Now, I have even more characters living inside my head--so I guess one could say I still have imaginary friends. Unlike my old characters, I talk with my new characters a lot--though, nowadays, it's mostly to yell at them because they're not cooperating, or because they're bringing stuff into the story that I didn't plan on, making more work for me.
Too bad my characters can't write their own stories. They only seem capable of complicating mine.
Yes, indeed. Most of the time, they were just people I'd made up to put into stories. Dozens and dozens of characters. I didn't talk to them or hold imaginary tea parties with them or anything like that--but they were still as real and interesting to me as anybody I knew in real life. No, make that more real and interesting. XD
But I never told anybody about them, because my stories and my characters were mine, and I wanted to keep them to myself.
At one point, I did pretend I had an imaginary twin sister named Victoria, and I talked to her for a little while. Then I got bored, because she wasn't as fun as a character in a story, and so I went back to my characters and stories.
Now, I have even more characters living inside my head--so I guess one could say I still have imaginary friends. Unlike my old characters, I talk with my new characters a lot--though, nowadays, it's mostly to yell at them because they're not cooperating, or because they're bringing stuff into the story that I didn't plan on, making more work for me.
Too bad my characters can't write their own stories. They only seem capable of complicating mine.
Writer's Block: An intimate portrait
Nov. 19th, 2011 09:13 am[Error: unknown template qotd]
If anyone wrote a book about my life, it would be me, and it would be called I Can't Remember My Life Before Now. Two themes would dominate: 1) angst about wanting to become a writer in spite of self-doubt and the other charming obstacles that every would-be writer faces and 2) a long string of fandom obsessions that don't come and go, but pile up into a heap of I-can't-remember-my-life-before-now moments.
I would never be the person I am today if I hadn't gotten addicted to Laura Ingalls Wilder, or G. A. Henty, or Jane Austen, or J. R. R. Tolkien, or Star Wars, or Star Trek, or Pirates of the Caribbean, or Phantom of the Opera, or Bach, or Beethoven, or Mozart, or Vivaldi, or Within Temptation, or Nightwish, or Gackt, or Hyde, or Versailles Philharmonic Quintet, or . . . okay, I'll give it a rest.
Ever read
mollyringwraith's Lord of the Rings Condensed Parody Scripts? She posted the one for FotR back in 2004, I discovered it in 2008--and to this day, I still love it to bits. Anyway, that spoof deserves credit for "I can't remember my life before now." (My family and I still quote it from time to time. Especially when we're watching the Council of Elrond scene in the movie . . .) If you've never read it, by all means, treat yourself! I dare you not to die laughing. If you have already read it, it's time to read it again. XD
If anyone wrote a book about my life, it would be me, and it would be called I Can't Remember My Life Before Now. Two themes would dominate: 1) angst about wanting to become a writer in spite of self-doubt and the other charming obstacles that every would-be writer faces and 2) a long string of fandom obsessions that don't come and go, but pile up into a heap of I-can't-remember-my-life-before-now moments.
I would never be the person I am today if I hadn't gotten addicted to Laura Ingalls Wilder, or G. A. Henty, or Jane Austen, or J. R. R. Tolkien, or Star Wars, or Star Trek, or Pirates of the Caribbean, or Phantom of the Opera, or Bach, or Beethoven, or Mozart, or Vivaldi, or Within Temptation, or Nightwish, or Gackt, or Hyde, or Versailles Philharmonic Quintet, or . . . okay, I'll give it a rest.
Ever read
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