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.
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Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts
21 December, 2012
12 December, 2012
I made it and I failed
In the end I was able to claim a winner bar at Nano, but I had to rebel to make it.
As in total I've written nearly 100k of words in November but not even 25k of that was in my story. So making it has left me with mixed feelings and a drive to do better next year. :}
Poorly as I am still getting tired really fast my writing speed is still not up to par with what I expect of myself. I swear if I develop chronic fatigue because of this stomach flu I had I'll be really peeved.
This also had as a result that I was unable to finish my manuscript for Luitingh / Magictales manuscriptwedstrijd.
I will keep a track on the site to see how my fellow writers that did make it to the deadline are doing.
This does mean I will have more time to spend on making my story, my world and all the nutcases that sojourn over there, do as i say. :D
I know I'll finish this story and all the other ones in the world, for crying out loud I finally understand why there is a petrified ship on top of that mountain. How can I not write it down. :)
As in total I've written nearly 100k of words in November but not even 25k of that was in my story. So making it has left me with mixed feelings and a drive to do better next year. :}
Poorly as I am still getting tired really fast my writing speed is still not up to par with what I expect of myself. I swear if I develop chronic fatigue because of this stomach flu I had I'll be really peeved.
This also had as a result that I was unable to finish my manuscript for Luitingh / Magictales manuscriptwedstrijd.
I will keep a track on the site to see how my fellow writers that did make it to the deadline are doing.
This does mean I will have more time to spend on making my story, my world and all the nutcases that sojourn over there, do as i say. :D
I know I'll finish this story and all the other ones in the world, for crying out loud I finally understand why there is a petrified ship on top of that mountain. How can I not write it down. :)
24 November, 2012
A year of nothings everything and a lot of planning.
It's been nearly a year since I've posted here last. Not that nothing happened, it's more that too much has happened what made me not find the time to type it all down. :}
So here I am trying to write nano again. I say trying as the moment I was planning to start writing on the first my subconscious decided that it didn't want to write the story I had planned. No it wanted to write something completely different. After battling it out for a whole week getting a whopper of a migraine to prove it, I finally gave in and asked my sub why the change in plan. It told me that where Markater's Elysium is a prologue to 7th crossing, Birth of the Chrystal Witch is the first real story in the world that explains the essence of all the powers. Realizing this made more sense, I shelved Markater's for later and started to plan out the Chrystal Witch. I had everything planned on the 12th what gave me more than enough time to finish, then I exploded... Or better said I was struck down with a massive case of the stomach flu.
Now with only 6 days till the deadline of nano and 12 days till I want to have this story done I have a word count of 0.
But I will prevail, I want that winner bar.
Wish me luck. :D
So here I am trying to write nano again. I say trying as the moment I was planning to start writing on the first my subconscious decided that it didn't want to write the story I had planned. No it wanted to write something completely different. After battling it out for a whole week getting a whopper of a migraine to prove it, I finally gave in and asked my sub why the change in plan. It told me that where Markater's Elysium is a prologue to 7th crossing, Birth of the Chrystal Witch is the first real story in the world that explains the essence of all the powers. Realizing this made more sense, I shelved Markater's for later and started to plan out the Chrystal Witch. I had everything planned on the 12th what gave me more than enough time to finish, then I exploded... Or better said I was struck down with a massive case of the stomach flu.
Now with only 6 days till the deadline of nano and 12 days till I want to have this story done I have a word count of 0.
But I will prevail, I want that winner bar.
Wish me luck. :D
26 August, 2010
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.
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.
07 August, 2010
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
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
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.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.
That way we can generate an audience that's accustomed to your style.
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
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