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15 years ago
As of '09, I have spent three years writing stories. A couple of them. I can't draw for shit, but I think I can write a decent story.
Let's see...
Initiate swirly flashback sequence and trippy background music.
It was the year of two thousand and six. I had just been given a hiatus from school for an unknown amount of time, and to be undisclosed reasons.
I thought to myself, What should I do? I'm running out of fun things to do...
Then I noticed my pile of loose-leaf papers from the current school year. I always knew I would never use all of them and buying them only meant they would sit there for years on end. (Which they did, by the way.)
Unable to watch T.V., play video games, or use the Internet, I was forced to sit in bed all day, and listen to my mp3 player. A fate which I enjoyed to some extent, but still grew tired of.
At one point in time there was a lengthy fanfic on my dresser. I would sit on my bed and read that from time to time, occasionally stopping to rest my eyes, my back, my neck, or a combination of the three.
It was during these brief moments of rest when my mind was allowed to wander. I began to think. I began to ponder. (It rhymes!)
I had ideas for stories. Fanfiction to be exact. Modest ideas at first, like slice of life stories. But then I thought about creating an adventure in ink and paper.
At some point, the rush of inspiration was enough to drive me mad. At other times, I realized that these silly fantasies were so absurd that I should abandon the train of thinking they were being carried on before anyone got hurt.
I recorded my dreams to test my powers of comprehension.I would scribble a couple of doodles to pass the time. I think I even tried my hand at creating a card castle, though I don't believe I ever got very far with it.
But then, one day, that all changed. I put pencil to paper and wrote. For hours on end I would write, edit, and write some more. Some days, I would look up to see that I had worked straight through lunch and dinner was being prepared.
I was working on only one story back then, and boy was it hard! I experienced three bouts of writer's block, and every time I overcame it, I felt like my work was growing less- eh, more- um... It was turning into shit.
I slowly began to wander back into my old schedule of "Get up, twiddle my thumbs, eat lunch, take a nap, eat dinner, go to bed."
At least after all of that time, I still had my music. I would listen to it while I was waiting for Mr. Sandman to make a visit.
Well, after waiting a couple of months, I was let back into school. I was able to play video games and watch T.V. as well. I had all but forgotten about my short lived and somewhat mediocre story.
But then it happened. On one of those nights waiting for Mister Sandman to knock me out, I found inspiration for something. Something beautiful. I will write this, I will finish it, and I will be proud of it! Something like that was probably running through my head as I jotted down a few lines that were running through my head at the time.
With that done, I wrote a couple of scenes, and put it off to the side. I didn't touch it for months. (I believe it is worth mentioning that I was working on another story alongside this one, and although they both received a similar amount of attention, the second story essentially died at this time.)
Then, just last year, I started writing again. I began writing on two stories at once, each coming along at it's once pace. When printed, my third story (the one I've been working really hard on) reached at least twenty pages! With a little bit of praise from my teachers, I pretty much set on writing for as long as my imagination lasted.
Hrm... nothing much has happened since then, except now I am working on five stories at the same time, I have developed a universe with thirty-odd characters in it, thus no longer need to use other stories as the base for my own(read:Fanfiction). But that doesn't mean I don't still write fanfics though.
Well there you go. My complete Writer's History in a nutshell. I hope I didn't go a bit overboard with it though.
Let's see...
Initiate swirly flashback sequence and trippy background music.
It was the year of two thousand and six. I had just been given a hiatus from school for an unknown amount of time, and to be undisclosed reasons.
I thought to myself, What should I do? I'm running out of fun things to do...
Then I noticed my pile of loose-leaf papers from the current school year. I always knew I would never use all of them and buying them only meant they would sit there for years on end. (Which they did, by the way.)
Unable to watch T.V., play video games, or use the Internet, I was forced to sit in bed all day, and listen to my mp3 player. A fate which I enjoyed to some extent, but still grew tired of.
At one point in time there was a lengthy fanfic on my dresser. I would sit on my bed and read that from time to time, occasionally stopping to rest my eyes, my back, my neck, or a combination of the three.
It was during these brief moments of rest when my mind was allowed to wander. I began to think. I began to ponder. (It rhymes!)
I had ideas for stories. Fanfiction to be exact. Modest ideas at first, like slice of life stories. But then I thought about creating an adventure in ink and paper.
At some point, the rush of inspiration was enough to drive me mad. At other times, I realized that these silly fantasies were so absurd that I should abandon the train of thinking they were being carried on before anyone got hurt.
I recorded my dreams to test my powers of comprehension.I would scribble a couple of doodles to pass the time. I think I even tried my hand at creating a card castle, though I don't believe I ever got very far with it.
But then, one day, that all changed. I put pencil to paper and wrote. For hours on end I would write, edit, and write some more. Some days, I would look up to see that I had worked straight through lunch and dinner was being prepared.
I was working on only one story back then, and boy was it hard! I experienced three bouts of writer's block, and every time I overcame it, I felt like my work was growing less- eh, more- um... It was turning into shit.
I slowly began to wander back into my old schedule of "Get up, twiddle my thumbs, eat lunch, take a nap, eat dinner, go to bed."
At least after all of that time, I still had my music. I would listen to it while I was waiting for Mr. Sandman to make a visit.
Well, after waiting a couple of months, I was let back into school. I was able to play video games and watch T.V. as well. I had all but forgotten about my short lived and somewhat mediocre story.
But then it happened. On one of those nights waiting for Mister Sandman to knock me out, I found inspiration for something. Something beautiful. I will write this, I will finish it, and I will be proud of it! Something like that was probably running through my head as I jotted down a few lines that were running through my head at the time.
With that done, I wrote a couple of scenes, and put it off to the side. I didn't touch it for months. (I believe it is worth mentioning that I was working on another story alongside this one, and although they both received a similar amount of attention, the second story essentially died at this time.)
Then, just last year, I started writing again. I began writing on two stories at once, each coming along at it's once pace. When printed, my third story (the one I've been working really hard on) reached at least twenty pages! With a little bit of praise from my teachers, I pretty much set on writing for as long as my imagination lasted.
Hrm... nothing much has happened since then, except now I am working on five stories at the same time, I have developed a universe with thirty-odd characters in it, thus no longer need to use other stories as the base for my own(read:Fanfiction). But that doesn't mean I don't still write fanfics though.
Well there you go. My complete Writer's History in a nutshell. I hope I didn't go a bit overboard with it though.
