Even though I've been sick most of the week things have been fun. My spark for fanfiction is quickly itching back and I've been brainstorming constantly with different plot-lines and character designs. I think now that I have a clear head and a better understanding of writing things will be easier to work on! I've also been smoothing out one of my original stories called Guardian Genesis. I think I have a secret peeve for details, which is a good thing in my opinion. Honestly, I could write about a room and go on for paragraphs!
Anyway, moving on from the hobbies, some other really neat stuff happened. Out of some miracle, I went down a pants size! It was so pleasing to know working out IS helping! Right now I'm feeling so confident in myself, and it's awesome!
Tonight also had a pleasant surprise. While I was on Gmail checking my emails, one of my friends IM'd me. We've known each other for three or four years now, and have had quite a few rough spots. Me and him usually get along on par and can start aruging in seconds. I've never told any of my IRL friends this (other then my old BFF), but honestly, sometimes he's the best person in the world. He's the only friend I've ever had that's straight-up punched me, knocked me down, and gloated while being a complete gentlemen the entire time. He can be an asshole too, and sometimes I really hate him, but we always end up talking again. So when he IM'd me today and said "You're a good writer", it was... a little unnerving.
After a few seconds I realized he was serious. Then I realized I had the weirdest, smuggest look on my face. He's like a brother to me, in every single frickin' way. Even down to the read-your-diary-in-secret part.
I guess that describes how our friendship is. Ha ha.
Well, that's all for now! Sorry this post is short, but I just wanted to put up a little update because tomorrow I'll be drowning in homework and drawings. Thanks for reading,
Laura.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Creative Frenzy!
Today while relaxing I decided to draw a few things and post them on my DeviantArt. One of those things was a quick sketch of Ulquiorra (from Bleach). I thought it'd be cool to put the picture up over here!
Originally I wanted to draw him as a chibi, but obviously he isn't very "chibi-like". I still love how the sketch turned out. He doesn't have hands or a face because, one, if I drew a face it'd take forever, and two, I can't draw hands. I loved drawing his hair and clothes though. His mask was a little hard to sketch, but it turned out ok. Ulquiorra has always been easy for me to draw. :)
Lately I've been drawing all sorts of things, specifically my original characters. I've been writing a lot too! I've decided to re-write my first fan fiction because it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I wrote it when I was roughly around 10 and had posted it on a site called Quizilla. It was a Bleach AU fan fiction called "People Care". I've already started to re-write it, and everything is going great!
I have to say though, the only reason my motivation spiked was because one of my very lovely online-writer friends has been incredibly supportive. Without her I probably wouldn't be re-writing it. :)
Well, that's all for now. At the moment I'm really sick and sound like a Ghoul from Fallout, so I think I'll cut it off here.
Thanks for reading,
Laura.
Originally I wanted to draw him as a chibi, but obviously he isn't very "chibi-like". I still love how the sketch turned out. He doesn't have hands or a face because, one, if I drew a face it'd take forever, and two, I can't draw hands. I loved drawing his hair and clothes though. His mask was a little hard to sketch, but it turned out ok. Ulquiorra has always been easy for me to draw. :)
Lately I've been drawing all sorts of things, specifically my original characters. I've been writing a lot too! I've decided to re-write my first fan fiction because it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I wrote it when I was roughly around 10 and had posted it on a site called Quizilla. It was a Bleach AU fan fiction called "People Care". I've already started to re-write it, and everything is going great!
I have to say though, the only reason my motivation spiked was because one of my very lovely online-writer friends has been incredibly supportive. Without her I probably wouldn't be re-writing it. :)
Well, that's all for now. At the moment I'm really sick and sound like a Ghoul from Fallout, so I think I'll cut it off here.
Thanks for reading,
Laura.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
My Attempt At Third Person. Derp.
Tonight I was listening to some music and suddenly the word "meek" popped into my head. It wouldn't go away so I decided to write up a quick story in order to get rid of the itch. While I was thinking about what to write, two of my characters came up. I love them, so I decided to write a little snippet of their history. Then I decided to write in third person, which I suck royally at. The original took me about ten minutes to write but then my computer crashed and I lost everything. After going into a all-caps rage I re-wrote it, taking much less time. I actually like how it turned out, so I thought I'd document my first semi-successful third person story on this blog. It's super short, but that's ok! Anyway, read it if you want to, and if you like it I'd love it if you left a comment saying so.
WARNING: This hasn't been checked for grammar and hasn't been edited at all, so some parts may or may not be a little wacky. Enjoy!
The halls were silent, the only sound coming from the creaking windows. Outside, the November winds crashed against the fragile glass without care, threatening to break them. Everyone in the massive fortress had gone to bed hours earlier, leaving the building to seem abandoned. In the distance there was the faint sound of footsteps accompanied by a clicking sound. As the clicking continued it bounced off the walls and echoed down every corridor.
Realizing she was identifying her position, the boot's owner stopped. Swearing under her breath, the young woman slipped her boots off and apologized to her companion. He nodded briefly before continuing his pace, looking back every few minutes to make sure she was keeping up.
The cold floors seared her feet, but the woman ignored it and continued after the man. In a few minutes they arrived at a door. Curious, the young woman asked where it led. The man smiled slightly and answered in a hush tone, telling her it led to their target. Once he had said it, the woman was smiling in excitement while he took a key off his person and unlocked the door. It lazily swung open and revealed a long hall lined with doors. At the end there was a single door that looked the oldest and the most recently used.
Without hesitating the man walked through and waited for his companion, once she was through he shut the hall door and locked it in place once more. While he was doing that, the young woman had already made her way to the end of the hall and was jiggling the seconds doors handle. The man walked briskly down to her and pulled out a second key, quickly unlocking it. Like the first one, the door swung open and revealed a small room.
Struck with wonder, the young woman walked in and looked around carefully. There was a old canopy bed against the wall with a soft looking blanket covering the mattress. Without asking she walked over and sat down, nearly having a heart attack when the bed gave out a loud creak. The man stood across the room, chuckling to himself and trying to hide it behind his black turtle neck. The young woman flushed before continuing to take in the room. Other then the bed there was a desk littered with books, pictures and scattered papers along with a luxurious looking window seat. The entire room was coated in a light layer of dust, giving it an even older feeling.
She walked over and curled against the pillows provided, enjoying the comfy feel of them. The window looked out on the nearby forest while a city's lights glittered in the distance. A feeling of yearning took over her, reviving her secret dream of escaping the fortress she lived in. For the time being though, she was content with nestling in the pillows and drifting off.
From across the room the man walked over and sat down next to her, accidentally forcing a layer of dust up from the seat. She sneezed a few times then scooted over to him, resting her head on his shoulder while looking for warmth. He was only a few year older then her, looking like a young 20 year old. He was slim and tall, giving him a graceful cat-like figure. His raven black hair fell in choppy layers, ending around the bottom of his neck. His eyes always seemed to change color, but normally stayed gold. They shined even brighter against his pale skin complexion, and seemed to glow in the dark.
He thought briefly then wrapped an arm around her shoulder, trying to make both of them more comfortable. She smiled to herself then looked up at him, her green eyes sparkling in the dark. He craned down and gently kissed her, smiling slightly when her cheeks turned a light pink.
They sat together in the dark for the rest of the night, meekly exchanging kisses and eventually moving towards more intimate things. Through the entire night though, the feeling of light happiness hung in the man's heart, giving him a sense of weightlessness. Every kiss he was allowed to give her felt like a load lifted from his shoulders.
So yeah! There it is, my little short. That's all for now,
- Laura.
WARNING: This hasn't been checked for grammar and hasn't been edited at all, so some parts may or may not be a little wacky. Enjoy!
The halls were silent, the only sound coming from the creaking windows. Outside, the November winds crashed against the fragile glass without care, threatening to break them. Everyone in the massive fortress had gone to bed hours earlier, leaving the building to seem abandoned. In the distance there was the faint sound of footsteps accompanied by a clicking sound. As the clicking continued it bounced off the walls and echoed down every corridor.
Realizing she was identifying her position, the boot's owner stopped. Swearing under her breath, the young woman slipped her boots off and apologized to her companion. He nodded briefly before continuing his pace, looking back every few minutes to make sure she was keeping up.
The cold floors seared her feet, but the woman ignored it and continued after the man. In a few minutes they arrived at a door. Curious, the young woman asked where it led. The man smiled slightly and answered in a hush tone, telling her it led to their target. Once he had said it, the woman was smiling in excitement while he took a key off his person and unlocked the door. It lazily swung open and revealed a long hall lined with doors. At the end there was a single door that looked the oldest and the most recently used.
Without hesitating the man walked through and waited for his companion, once she was through he shut the hall door and locked it in place once more. While he was doing that, the young woman had already made her way to the end of the hall and was jiggling the seconds doors handle. The man walked briskly down to her and pulled out a second key, quickly unlocking it. Like the first one, the door swung open and revealed a small room.
Struck with wonder, the young woman walked in and looked around carefully. There was a old canopy bed against the wall with a soft looking blanket covering the mattress. Without asking she walked over and sat down, nearly having a heart attack when the bed gave out a loud creak. The man stood across the room, chuckling to himself and trying to hide it behind his black turtle neck. The young woman flushed before continuing to take in the room. Other then the bed there was a desk littered with books, pictures and scattered papers along with a luxurious looking window seat. The entire room was coated in a light layer of dust, giving it an even older feeling.
She walked over and curled against the pillows provided, enjoying the comfy feel of them. The window looked out on the nearby forest while a city's lights glittered in the distance. A feeling of yearning took over her, reviving her secret dream of escaping the fortress she lived in. For the time being though, she was content with nestling in the pillows and drifting off.
From across the room the man walked over and sat down next to her, accidentally forcing a layer of dust up from the seat. She sneezed a few times then scooted over to him, resting her head on his shoulder while looking for warmth. He was only a few year older then her, looking like a young 20 year old. He was slim and tall, giving him a graceful cat-like figure. His raven black hair fell in choppy layers, ending around the bottom of his neck. His eyes always seemed to change color, but normally stayed gold. They shined even brighter against his pale skin complexion, and seemed to glow in the dark.
He thought briefly then wrapped an arm around her shoulder, trying to make both of them more comfortable. She smiled to herself then looked up at him, her green eyes sparkling in the dark. He craned down and gently kissed her, smiling slightly when her cheeks turned a light pink.
They sat together in the dark for the rest of the night, meekly exchanging kisses and eventually moving towards more intimate things. Through the entire night though, the feeling of light happiness hung in the man's heart, giving him a sense of weightlessness. Every kiss he was allowed to give her felt like a load lifted from his shoulders.
So yeah! There it is, my little short. That's all for now,
- Laura.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows (SPOILERS)
Yesterday me, my sisters and my dad went to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Halfway through the movie my little sister had a panic attack and we had to leave. After lots of work, I got my dad to take us again today because me and my older sister needed to see the end. It was such a epic movie, and I can't wait to watch it a third time on DVD.
But there is something I want to say.
SNAPE. WHY DID YOU DIE. OH MY GOD. WHY DID YOU DIE. BECAUSE OF YOU I CRIED IN THE MOVIE THEATRE TWICE. YOU SHOULD HAVE KICKED VOLDEMORT'S ASS. OH MY GOD WHY DID YOU DIE. I WILL FIND ROWLING AND MAKE HER CHANGE IT. OH MY SWEET MONKEY JESUS YOU WERE MY FAVORITE CHARACTER.
Alright, now that my all-caps rage is over... It was a great movie! I know I already said it, but whatever. That's all I have to say, thanks for reading!
- Laura.
But there is something I want to say.
SNAPE. WHY DID YOU DIE. OH MY GOD. WHY DID YOU DIE. BECAUSE OF YOU I CRIED IN THE MOVIE THEATRE TWICE. YOU SHOULD HAVE KICKED VOLDEMORT'S ASS. OH MY GOD WHY DID YOU DIE. I WILL FIND ROWLING AND MAKE HER CHANGE IT. OH MY SWEET MONKEY JESUS YOU WERE MY FAVORITE CHARACTER.
Alright, now that my all-caps rage is over... It was a great movie! I know I already said it, but whatever. That's all I have to say, thanks for reading!
- Laura.
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Pride
Last week something really great happened to me, I just never mentioned it. It was something I'd never gone through before, and in the end made me change the way I write. Before going to the main topic, I'm going to explain what happened to me this past week.
It started when I wrote a report for school. It was something I immediately loved writing and finished it in two hours. When it was done I looked over and felt genuinely proud of my work because the report was long and detailed.
My dad saw me and walked over, asking if he could read. I was a little nervous but handed over the papers and let him. After a minute or two he looked up and started complementing me on my work, saying things like "This sounds so professional!" and "It's really well written!". At first I didn't know if he was joking or not, and when I realized he was serious I felt absolutely amazing because it was genuine.
That night I couldn't go to sleep because I was so excited to hear my my mom (teacher) thought of it, and what grade it would get. After hearing my dad talk about it so nicely I felt so proud and wanted to see if my mom liked it too.
Sure enough the next day came and I got up for school. Like always, me and my mom sat down on our couch and began going over my homework from the previous day. When we got to the report part I was so excited and nervous while she read. Finally, after a few minutes she looked up with a big smile and said it was great. I felt so happy that moment, because I know my mom, and if the report was bad she would tell me immediately and start pointing out problems.
Then I did something I thought I'd never do.
"If you think this is good, you should read my stories."
And that was it. She took me up on that offer and I printed out one of my best projects. The project I wanted to show her was (and is) one of the best stories I've written, and I loved writing every minute of it. Obviously she didn't read it right away, in fact it took a day and a half.
The next day around 4:00, my mom was driving me to the gym. On the way there she turns to me with a big smile on her face. I laughed kind of nervously and guessed that she had read my story. Sure enough, she tells me that she read it. I asked her what she thought of it and got one hell of a answer.
She said she'd read it earlier in the day and started crying a little afterwards. I had no idea why she would cry, but didn't say anything. She went on to say that the story was great, and she's love to read more. There were other things said, but that's something I want to keep to myself.
I was so surprised, flattered and overall emotional because for the first time in my life, someone told me they liked my stories without a sarcastic smile. Of course I've been told my stories are good online and on my publishing websites, but this was IRL. I hadn't even explained the background or my story's universe to her, but my mom still liked it. That was something that meant more to me then any friend's opinion or online review. It also meant more to be because she was actually interested in the story, and asked questions about it instead of just reading it, saying it's good, then stopping.
It made me think of something, specifically my fan fictions. Fan fiction was the starting point of my writing, and in the beginning I had lots of fun with it. Over the years writing it became boring and dull. I didn't feel any pride in my fan fictions, just me goofing off and having a jolly time. It all became about pleasing other people, and getting things out quick. No thought or planning went into the work, and even though the finished product was good, it paled in comparison to my originals stories.
Every thing is different when I'm writing my stories. I work hard, spend weeks on a single chapter, edit it, go through the work, have an amazing time writing and planning, researching the facts and looking through the dictionary for new words. And in the end I feel proud of my work, I read it and think "This is good!"
As a writer, I think that if you're not happy with your work, then don't say it's finished. Don't throw it out into the public because you have a dead-line, work on it. Work on it until you're happy with the product! Because if you're not happy with it, then what's the point?
Writing fan fiction wasn't something I took pride in, and looking back at the things I published, it's gross how many bad things I posted. Of course I still like writing fan fiction, in fact I'm working on several, but for now I'm sticking to what I do best.
Ah, that was a good little rant. That's all for now. I leave you with this picture!
It started when I wrote a report for school. It was something I immediately loved writing and finished it in two hours. When it was done I looked over and felt genuinely proud of my work because the report was long and detailed.
My dad saw me and walked over, asking if he could read. I was a little nervous but handed over the papers and let him. After a minute or two he looked up and started complementing me on my work, saying things like "This sounds so professional!" and "It's really well written!". At first I didn't know if he was joking or not, and when I realized he was serious I felt absolutely amazing because it was genuine.
That night I couldn't go to sleep because I was so excited to hear my my mom (teacher) thought of it, and what grade it would get. After hearing my dad talk about it so nicely I felt so proud and wanted to see if my mom liked it too.
Sure enough the next day came and I got up for school. Like always, me and my mom sat down on our couch and began going over my homework from the previous day. When we got to the report part I was so excited and nervous while she read. Finally, after a few minutes she looked up with a big smile and said it was great. I felt so happy that moment, because I know my mom, and if the report was bad she would tell me immediately and start pointing out problems.
Then I did something I thought I'd never do.
"If you think this is good, you should read my stories."
And that was it. She took me up on that offer and I printed out one of my best projects. The project I wanted to show her was (and is) one of the best stories I've written, and I loved writing every minute of it. Obviously she didn't read it right away, in fact it took a day and a half.
The next day around 4:00, my mom was driving me to the gym. On the way there she turns to me with a big smile on her face. I laughed kind of nervously and guessed that she had read my story. Sure enough, she tells me that she read it. I asked her what she thought of it and got one hell of a answer.
She said she'd read it earlier in the day and started crying a little afterwards. I had no idea why she would cry, but didn't say anything. She went on to say that the story was great, and she's love to read more. There were other things said, but that's something I want to keep to myself.
I was so surprised, flattered and overall emotional because for the first time in my life, someone told me they liked my stories without a sarcastic smile. Of course I've been told my stories are good online and on my publishing websites, but this was IRL. I hadn't even explained the background or my story's universe to her, but my mom still liked it. That was something that meant more to me then any friend's opinion or online review. It also meant more to be because she was actually interested in the story, and asked questions about it instead of just reading it, saying it's good, then stopping.
It made me think of something, specifically my fan fictions. Fan fiction was the starting point of my writing, and in the beginning I had lots of fun with it. Over the years writing it became boring and dull. I didn't feel any pride in my fan fictions, just me goofing off and having a jolly time. It all became about pleasing other people, and getting things out quick. No thought or planning went into the work, and even though the finished product was good, it paled in comparison to my originals stories.
Every thing is different when I'm writing my stories. I work hard, spend weeks on a single chapter, edit it, go through the work, have an amazing time writing and planning, researching the facts and looking through the dictionary for new words. And in the end I feel proud of my work, I read it and think "This is good!"
As a writer, I think that if you're not happy with your work, then don't say it's finished. Don't throw it out into the public because you have a dead-line, work on it. Work on it until you're happy with the product! Because if you're not happy with it, then what's the point?
Writing fan fiction wasn't something I took pride in, and looking back at the things I published, it's gross how many bad things I posted. Of course I still like writing fan fiction, in fact I'm working on several, but for now I'm sticking to what I do best.
Ah, that was a good little rant. That's all for now. I leave you with this picture!
Thursday, August 18, 2011
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