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Anyway- *rubs eyes* so yeah- I've laid off my work for a while now, it wasnt' so much that I had writers block, but rather that I was afraid I had it.
I tend to write in a very... organic? chaotic? fashion.
The way my mind associates things and runs downstream makes planning and plotting rhyme in a poem nearly impossible, and conspiring a sensible storyline into being rather improbable.
That being said, I'm working very hard to actually outline, take notes, make notes, and leave reminder cheater text for my new fledgling novel. I like it! ... the imagery isn't as firm as I would like, but I really don't have that much done.
I've said that before about a WoW story I wrote and found myself with 25 pages in a very small font with very descriptive and emotive scenes.
and I'm starting to remember why I need glasses... after 14 hours of this my eyes get really shriveled.
Point is- I don't have writers block, and I'm not DEAD! but I do prefer to write poetry when I'm miserable (and I am professionally at least, but my family loves me and there's this swell girl involved in my life)
and I prefer to write novelish when I'm sure which way I'm goin once the flow has been interrupted long enough to realise I need a destination
uuh in other words
phase 1
GO NUTS WITH AN IDEA! It always pans out to a certain degree- then I realise I have to put in ... characters and plot devices and world crafting.
Of the things going well in the project, world crafting is going very well. I know the exact mechanics of my world and the politics.
I still need a reason to tell this story other than one man's ascension.
I need OTHER characters, I need GRAND scale epic shit, struggles, failures, quaint pastoral scenes and delapedated foreboding towers crumbling from a time best left forgotten.
Of my main characters- this guy is probably the best developed and most... real and least insane/marysueish (and yes I still take the test for every new main character) with the most fleshed out background- he's not a jovial rogue with parents, he's not an orphan, he doesn't have amnesia.
He's just a guy climbing to the top. No contrite tragedy, no overdone burnt down farmhouse. No chosen ones.
No seriously- this is the epitome of no chosen ones.
But again I've wrote myself into a bit of a loaner complex. *scratches his head* maybe that's how he'll grow.
And it embodies some of my favorite philosophical points- y'know, the importance of imagination and such without being that ... HUGE... scary ass project I wrote by hand when my pc was down after a very inspirational dream.
... no I won't talk about that project, that is my opus and I am terrified of it, and it was the first project I outlined completely because I HAD TO BEFORE THE IDEAS FELL OUT OF MY HEAD!!!
It was... it still gives me tingling chills.
In the meantime, I'm trying to write a fantasy story for the sake of writing one, but at the same time- I'm using this all as an oppurtunity to evolve and advance. If I'm to spend time on it- why not elevate it to a point where other people would enjoy it?
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