"A Hidden Queen" process

I fail miserably at making titles. Forgive me.

This was my first masterpiece. I consider this one as a masterpiece. The year 2013 was the year of me experimenting with OCs and humongous details (as a result of reading Otoyomegatari).

This is an old process that I managed to save even with the blurriness and sketchiness of all it all. Sketched with a pencil and inked with a sign pen. Pictured with old cellphone. Finished in 2013.

It's Considered As Such

I guess I looked too weird. And my painting skills are not improving.

You can see it right there. The topic of the main. The problem of all solutions. The wut of all whats. This word is not unfamiliar if you happen to visit the 'Net almost every single day (nights during weekdays, whole days during weekends), and I just happen to stumble upon this word. 5 weeks ago, I think?

A lot of webcomics are getting more and more famous on the 'Net every day, and I happen to read one of those comics. (Wait, even the word webcomic is not familiar? Get your head straight, Spelling Checker) As I visit nearly every comic site my mouse can get on, I stumbled upon Red Riding Hood. Oooh, a modern one. This ought to be good.

Turns out that the title wasn't exactly Red Riding Hood; it was Tales of the Big Bad Wolf, and the title had a nice ring to it. When I gave it a try, I was like, not bad. On the other hand, I'm not used to reading stories online. It was a strange experience, reading something online without pictures. (Still, it was Fantasy, and some Romance)

Eventually, my classmates had been reading stories online on an ebook-sharing community called Wattpad. The whole thing that's bothering them eventually hooked me (but not for long), and I got slightly used to reading webcomics without pictures online without me trying to pull my hair out. 

So, to write a webserial is considered writing a novel (in a web-based format, no doubt). Therefore, what I am frequently reading is considered Literature. There goes. Reading is nice too, especially when your mind's turning a bit sour over writing. 

Check out webfictionguide.com to see stories by rank and novelsonline.info for a complete (I think) list of online novels.

This is it!

No, it doesn't include anything serious at all BUT --

No. I'm not posting a story of mine (for now, please, please, let me concentrate on the planning first), but I'm just going to say that:

TO ALL WHO WRITE (OR TO PEOPLE WHO JUST HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO DO AND WOULD DECIDE TO WRITE):

Go and take the NaNoWriMo's writing program. I can't explain it. THE WHOLE THING PUSHED OFF TWIST (THAT'S HOW I CALL MY INNER EDITOR) FROM MY LAZY BRAIN AND IT IS ACTUALLY FUNCTIONING WELL TO THE POINT THAT I WANTED TO WRITE MORE. Okay. All caps will be gone (it looks weird). But I'm not ranting.

Anyways. Try it. It's the least the Internet can do for poor procrastinating chaps like us.

NaNoWriMo is awesome (it actually stands for National Novel Writing Month. Classy. I like how they mixed the whole thing). Check it out: http://nanowrimo.org/

or if you're still a kid (like me), check this one out: http://ywp.nanowrimo.org/

Specially made for the younger ones. Not bad. (I like the tutorials, very nice, very friendly, very awesome)


Now, I write. Now, you write. Now, we will write. Let go of your inner editor. Capture your inner imagination.

And so...

For the third time, I changed my template. A strange incident has happened: Clarice did this not out of sheer boredom, but with a decent reason! The stars above her head suddenly took another position!

This calls for madness. And oh, how I love to create stories regarding that one (no, I don't hurt people).

Unfortunately, Clarice goes back to normal: she decided to change her template again because she was bored.

And there is one possible chance that she might change it AGAIN.

I just hope that you won't be surprised. But fear not, because I, will work hard just to remain ... unchangeable (in terms of the template, that is).

And good news and apparently bad news: I will be changing my posting style for that reason. (No, no, no, not the time when I will post; it's what I write in those posts)

This is the second post that doesn't have a picture. I hope that fact isn't noticeable.

*Random announcement: I'm planning a novel within my fingers and keys and my lazy brain. Yes, that is both weird and normal. I have Writer's Block and I can't finish a short story (I finished one, but I ain't satisfied. Selfish me). Be brave, dear folks.

To Envision What Lies Beyond My Vision

My surreal drawing -- let there be more surreal drawings to come

To draw is my getaway when my Writer's Block gets a bit too far with its lodgings within me.

Sometimes I wonder when it will pay its bills; heck, it rented the place for 4 years, on and off, but constantly goes back whenever my serious meter is on vacation. Its debts, those freakin' debts. It owed a lot.

And this drawing is actually not a product of my easily-bored nature, but rather through the help of an activity that our teacher gave us during the hazy lazy Wednesday. And I just finished it early in the afternoon, for I was looking forward to what I got. And of course I got that (above) as a result.

Now, I'm off to explain it all. What is drawing all about? What is the drawing for? Why did I draw it in black and white? Was my life that miserable? Was I badly in need of weird-looking glowing balls (yes, they are glowing) hanged above my computer?

Pardon the second-to-last and the last ones, of course. First of all (and this includes the second question), the objective of this activity was to see what we can see of our (most likely) planned future. I know, the drawing isn't very clear with its objectives, but I prefer doing it with surrealism tastes, with weird architecture and a extreme makeover from my original appearance (I doubt if I will be able to comb my hair after 16 years).

And so. Let me envision this to your minds. I write (like an amatuer who just got out of the pen's tip) and I love to do so (W.B. will work hard to carry out its evil plans). I simply can't describe the amazing and unstoppable feeling that I gained once I start to type or write. From my mind, the ideas and weird plans are transported to my restless fingers and the fingers will later transport them to a mechanical device, which I proudly call the computer.

To make a story short, I just wanted to be an author of the published books that I made by myself. I wish to do something different (in a way that I can interact with other people easily, for I am shy).

The colors that the drawing has -- wait, it's only black and white. Black and white. White that comes from the former blank paper, and black that comes from the ink. There was no added color at all (except black).

The dim colors represents something, at least in my own point of view. It symbolizes the doubt and uncertainty as I drew this drawing; this is the future I was going to draw. The future isn't set in stone, it moves around like flatworms in our stomach. And because of that weird feeling of doubt that I have, I decided to remain it as that, because if I will add some color, that means that everything is clear to me, and I don't have anything to worry.

Sometimes I expect a lot. So I will not expect anything, instead I will work like a bee and still not expect anything. Disappointment hits you with Thor's hammer when you expect like a bummer expecting to be discovered by a star-producer. But I force these lazy fingers of mine to work; what can you get from out of thin air?

And I dream a lot (yes, I am an ambitious person, but let it stay within me, it's not a good thing, sometimes). Because dreams can be both predictable and unpredictable. What if your dreams happened but in a reversed way? (That would be both awesome and non-awesome). And it's a really good thing to know what you wanted to be, because you are simply guided.

And I myself am guided (with this drawing). I know what my goal is. And it is to be a writer.

4th musing: The Internet

When one is doing homework, most students would fly off to the Internet. Of course I consider myself as one of those students. And there was blog updates, manga visits, and random story search around this thing.

I'm disappointed in myself, too.

If students have to do their works, they have do it on a computer that doesn't have a freakin' internet connection (I'M DOING THAT TOMORROW).When the Net is a good way of finding answers, it usually leaks out inappropriate and obscene ones (lots of similar scenarios, I can give a million) that can affect the sensitive kind. Chances are, just like what I'm actually doing right now, those millions of apps and trinkets and search bars are too tempting for my hand to literally grab that blinking mouse and search this and that. 

And books are better. But the world is getting sadder everyday; books are starting to get extinct due to the fact that they are to be replaced with freakin' electronic thingamajigs. 

I'm either a hypocrite, or I just have this strong sense of distraction whenever I see new stories or the like. I just don't understand myself sometimes, and I don't understand others, too. Let's just say it depends on you, whether you're the:

a.) Go-by-the-book person

b.) The Surfer

c.) The Neutral (uses both, or uses a device that doesn't have an internet connection) (I AM NEUTRAL IN SOME SENSE)

You decide from your own opinions, dear readers.

3rd musing: Inspiration

We are all inspired to do something crazy, unusual, awesome, and confusing things, but never normal. Such as in the case of adolescents and young running chaps, even adults.

For instance, I am inspired to write because I wish to inspire other people -- wait, inspire is not the right word, entertain should do.

Supposedly, my older cousin was inspired to teach people whose first language isn't English simply to help them. Or maybe people with certain disabilities were inspired to do things that were beyond their normal abilities. And that is simply awesome.

It's good to know that inspiration works like a machine: both your subconscious mind and active body will work together to get through that inspiration! It works automatically. It works like it's magic. It works like a dog chasing his running owner who has his favourite treat in his hand.

We admit: we're just like dogs, chasing after those tasty treats, because treats can be either good or life-changing (or maybe even bad), or maybe enough to make you say, FINALLY.

1st Musing: 1st post

Writing is like an absorbent sponge. It drains the ideas that you want and don't want, transferring them to a pen, where your hand will be forced to write them down on clear paper. However, most of the 'I want' ideas and the 'I don't want' ideas will collide with each other along with their respective labels. In the end, it is a mess of words you don't understand.

For me, it is never an easy start. I have plenty of Writer's Block here and there, but luckily I have a tiny voice within this odd head of mine that forces me to write the story that I wanted to tell. There are lots of rules, but fortunately you can make your own rules, and that is something I will have to worry about later on as I will try to finish a story that has been jumping up and down like drumsticks drumming on a drum for a long time now.

My first musing ends here for now. Let there be new stories and other musings as days will pass by!

Typing is awesome! First post rules! :D