January 2010
7 posts
Hack.
I’m still sick.
I do not like illness.
Not to mention, ever since I got back from Dallas I have done nothing but play Assassin’s Creed 2 and crochet a rather horrible scarf/blanket.
Sweet Miseria is pawing at my leg, begging for attention.
Surprisingly, I still have a rather large Hits/Per Day. New readers I suppose.
My birthday is in a week. I turn 19 and leave behind the...
December 2009
27 posts
That time again.
I should be packing.
I really should be packing.
But I’m not.
Instead, I’m finding myself oddly lethargic and cannot seem to bring myself out.
Yes, it is Winter Break and I don’t have to resume classes until Jan. 19th.
No excuses.
I have stories to write, scenes to describe, and more than enough pictures to digi-paint.
No excuses.
It could be because I have to fly out...
“I doubt that the imagination can be suppressed. If you truly eradicated it in a...”
– Ursula K. Le Guin
MENTAL CHAOS.
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I’ve always known there’s something screwy going on in my head. When I was younger, my only friends were my stories and I felt I had to leave a legacy before I turned 21 (still partially true).
Last week in Psychology, we got to the chapter I’d been waiting for: Mental Disorders. I was excited because it meant I would get to find more ways to torture my...
Ponder ponder ponder.
I want cupcakes and a tattoo.
What a strange craving…
November 2009
8 posts
Hello, Delilah.
Soooo.
I was almost positive I would accomplish NaNoWriMo this year.
Not going to happen.
I haven’t written anything in over a week.
Instead I’ve been drawing and there’s no end.
It’s like if I stop, I’ll never get this back. These are some of my best drawings and I’m so intensely afraid that if I move on to coloring them, I’ll never recapture this...
I Miss You...
I was browsing through my old emails that I had saved and found one from three years ago. It was an email from an old online buddy of mine. She had drawn a picture of our characters together from one of my really old stories.
Her name was Kate and she lived in New Zealand.
We kept in contact from the time I was twelve until I was fifteen, randomly on and off through fanfiction.net and email....
The woods are long and deep...
For all my dreams and passion and dedication, I still can’t imagine myself in 10 years.
I am studying for Art.
I write constantly.
I dream 24/7.
I know what I can and cannot do, what I am capable of achieving, but I’m still not sure where my path will go.
Mysteries make life more exciting, but I worry persistently. Should I work on my paintings more? Should I try to write and get...
...?
Luck has it out for me.
6000+ words into NaNoWriMo and I get slammed with two 4 page essays for class. One of which is major and the other is my final. Both due next week.
I think the gods are laughing at me.
Skittles.
I’m selling my soul to the writing gods today. I’m sorry, school, but you aren’t as important as NaNoWriMo
“Take my breath away and I’ll gladly suffocate.”
First the hand, now the arm...
I’m giving my life away, paycheck by paycheck.
And slowly my sanity slips away.
October 2009
5 posts
"I want to burn you out."
The writing process:
Hm. So this and this needs to happen, they talk for a while, wind shifts and fight begins. Fight, fight, fight, arrow kills bad guy, cliffhanger.
Talk.
Talk.
Argument.
Shit, this isn’t long enough. Must add more talking.
Fight.
Is it over already? No, this is too easy for an epic street battle.
More fighting. Random car being thrown around. Heroine gets tossed...
Oh Dear.
I tried. I really did.
But Livejournal was far too annoying.
So I shall try this.
All my other attempts at writing a blog has failed. This is quite the feat considering how much I love to write. But, at this turning point, I am going to try and keep up.
I am eighteen. I am a College Freshman. I am a Writer and an Artist.
And this week I shall start to apply for a second job.
I found the...
““Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives. I think...”