One reason my posting have been so incredibly inconsistent is that I finally started actually writing my novel. Now, I've had this idea in my head since I was very, very young (which is concerning considering the basic storyline has been the same my entire life) and I started writing it five years ago, but then I scrapped it and spent highschool rewriting, redoing lore, writing more lore, figuring out timelines, making outlines, adding new motifs, adding new allusions, and just generally procrastinating on actually writing the damn book. Now, part of this is naturally being insecure about my own writing and wondering if people would even be able to *understand* the story. It is pretty complicated and I am painfully aware that my writing style is very...odd. In addition to being very wordy and detailed, I usually stick to compound and complex sentence structures. My teachers have historically been pretty impressed with my writing, and described it as 'lyrical,' but my innate aspergian fears and a childhood of people not understanding my crazy jumbled mind still manifests itself as "your writing is insanely complicated."
So, whenever I've *started* writing, I always stop because I'm not sure people can understand it.
However, one of my old teachers gave me "On Writing" by my favorite author of all time, Stephen King, and there was one thing he said in it that really stuck with me; "Write for yourself and edit for others." So, with a sudden rush of inspiration, I started plowing through my story and finally, after 89 years, got past the prologue.
I also tried some new techniques, such as leaving out unnecessary detail in favor of leaving some up to the imagination, the "Iceberg Theory," if you will. (I DESPISE Hemmingway, but that was one of his greatest methods.)

This is the story that these are from: http://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/.....Novel-Tidbits/
For some reason, I've never shared too much about this story, maybe because it is my greatest creation and I have a tiny fear of it being stolen. But another concern of mine is that, as evidenced by the horrifying nature of the pictures in that folder above, it is a very, very fucked up story and sometimes I worry that I'd be sent to therapy for it. But, at the same time, I'm a dark person who gets all my dark thoughts out through writing and drawing, sOO it all works out, maybe?


Finally, please appreciate my stupid Microsoft "Doors" joke. I could have done a fruit parody of Apple, but I have killed literally every Apple device I've owned and thus am not allowed to use my family's Macintosh, so that is just unrealistic.

Edit: So my best friend found the source of my odd sentence structure; Subjects without predicates. Issue being I can't just *add* predicates.