Happy (Not) Ending of the World. Now go Back to Work.

As stated above, the end of 21-12-2012 is approaching. So unless something major happens in the next few hours, we can safely assume that those doomsday thinkers that interpreted the ending of the Maya calender as an indication to the destruction to life or even the world as a bit of the candle. 
Plus I had one conclusion today, as of today I have run in to every single one of the people that were in my class the year Frankie died. And I'm good. :}

Even though I'm a fantasy writer I have always failed to understand peoples obsession with the end. I prefer to focus on the here and now. Even if that means I have a whole lot to still finish. Still working on planning everything for my story's ... never knew so many stories existed over there. I will seriously have to sit down in the new year and draw all of the world maps, that way when I place people at a certain location it isn't miraculously placed on the other end of the continent. Plus clothes, weapons, technology, housing, places and culture will all have to be documented. So I fear I'll have a whole lot that needs to be done before I can really write scenes again. What won't be stopping me from writing random things down, even if there is like a 6000 year gap between the one story and an other. Guess that really is half the fun. :)

Also my snooping about on the MagicTales Forum is really helping me with getting some tips and tricks I never even thought about using but who are most likely great tools to get everything done. And if I don't like them or they don't really help nothings lost.

My dream for the next year is to have at least one short story finished of this world.
Now all I have to do is figure out which of the hundred of stories I'll do. :}

So between these stories and my life as a whole I'll have one heck of a job to do.

new camera.

As an invest in my Holiday and my future work I've gotten a new digital camera. Still need to figure out wow everything works but hey There are still 24 hours before I have to leave.
Going to use this camera to get some exposure, making sharp images from my drawings to place them on sites. Short stops from my writing, I got some fun ideas.

Arts exposure

Ever since I was a kid, I made up story's.
I was at a constant attempt to captures my fantasies into reality, by drawing, painting, telling, photographing and finally writing. By the time I was five years old I had already determined the three major goals of my life; 1.Visit every continent (and as many country's) in the world, 2. Have as many children as God/ nature (choose your favorite) will let me have, and 3. Get as much of my work shown to the general public and hopefully make a reasonable living out of it.
Soon enough I found out there were several problems that could thwart my plans. To put them in no specific order, my mother, I'm shy, and I don't like it if people tell me what to do.
trust me just one of those is a fantastic way not to succeed in even one of the areas of my desire. When I was younger I didn't really see much of a problem, I just simply thought my mom would soon enough realise my ability to think for myself, I'd eventually grow out of my shyness, and once people saw my talent they would respect me and let me do as I please. Can't really blame that state of mind, I was five and still believed in Dragons and Knights.
Now after several years I've come down to realise my mom will never change, strange people still scare the sh*t out of me and (most) people who are supposed to help expose new talent are only interested in the paycheck at the end of the month.
All of this let to many devastating let downs throughout the years, and I no more than a hundred times tried to give up only to find myself working on something in the middle of the night or telling a story to myself, a friend and even random strangers in the street(doing that during street fairs while dressed as a druid makes some bucks too). But I'm about as far away of making a living out of it as I was when I was five, (not when I was about ten, I sold two paintings during a generosity fair at my school, sang at a choir and even had people interested in my writing publishing wise) no nowadays it's all

'well it's not that we aren't interested in your work it's just that in the economy of the moment you are not compatible with the image that arises in ones mind when reading/viewing this. If you were just...well I don't want to be insulting, but you could always become a ghostwriter/ unnamed illustrator.
That way we can generate an audience that's accustomed to your style.

How is that not insulting, I was already a depressed teenager and this just completely destroyed what little self-esteem I had left from my childhood. My mind started to unravel till I no longer wanted to distinguish reality from my story's, they were just much saver. No matter how many times I'd die I'd always wake up the next day, unlike reality that seemed determined to devour me in small little bites.
But now I've regained enough of my self-esteem back to dare to stick my head out of the field again. I'm in the process of making a Deviantart account, where I will place my photo's, my drawings, my sculptures, poets, short story's, long story's and pretty much anything else I can make up to put out into the world.
Wish me luck.<3