So, next month is Nanowrimo. (That would be National Novel Writing Month, a challenge to write 50,000 words of a novel during the month of November.)
In case you haven't noticed, my creative attention span has been jumping from one thing to another lately, and, as such, my writing projects and ideas are a bit too messy to participate in Nanowrimo properly. But, I'd like to go for it nonetheless, but just a little differently. I plan on aiming for 50,000 words of anything. This could be random out-of-order scenes, original work, fan fiction, novel length stories, short stories, whatever I end up writing. Just as long as I'm writing, no matter how random and ever-changing the subject matter is, I'll be happy.
I made very half-hearted attempts at this the last two years, and if there's anything I've learned, it's that in order to reach that word count goal, you can't do it half-heartedly. To keep me from wussing out, I've struck a deal with a friend to be my support buddy, and, somehow, I also ended up joining a facebook group to boot.
I plan on using the blog during the month to post word counts, musings and excerpts while I write, which will either be cool or boring for you guys. I'm not really sure which. XD
We start on Thursday... here goes nothing...
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Short Story
Hey gang!
I'm gonna post a short story. It's actually... *checks* 17 pages in a word processor, and almost 10,000 words, which I think is on the long end of a short story. *checks that, too* Wikipedia says a short story can be up to 20,000 words, so I'm good. Not that it really matters. I just wanted to warn you that you might set this aside for when you can read it in one sitting.
And, I should warn that it's a Trigun fanfiction, and that it's set AFTER the end of the anime, so there are SPOILERS. Like totally. We're spoilering it up in here. So if you don't want spoilers, or you don't watch Trigun, I'm sorry. :( I'll have something not-Trigun next time. (And this isn't, by the way, the fanfiction I mentioned before. That one's long, and still not finished.)
I started this quite a while back and didn't finish it. But with Halloween coming up, I was reminded of it, since it's a ghost story, and completed it. Although, it's not scary. In fact, it's meant to be kind of humorous, because silly Trigun is the best Trigun. But, basically, the whole thing was more or less made up as I went along, for my own enjoyment, so I can't guarantee the quality. But if it gets a chuckle out of you at any time, I'll consider it a success.
This doesn't have a title, because I'm bad at titles. I would probably name it something like, "Attack of the Ghost Who Was Actually Quite a Nice Ghost and Didn't Mean to Scare Meryl, So He's Very Sorry, But Not Sorry for Being a Pain in the Butt to Knives, Because Knives Deserves It." Yep. Award-winning title right there.
Okay, anyway, here's my gibberish.
I'm gonna post a short story. It's actually... *checks* 17 pages in a word processor, and almost 10,000 words, which I think is on the long end of a short story. *checks that, too* Wikipedia says a short story can be up to 20,000 words, so I'm good. Not that it really matters. I just wanted to warn you that you might set this aside for when you can read it in one sitting.
And, I should warn that it's a Trigun fanfiction, and that it's set AFTER the end of the anime, so there are SPOILERS. Like totally. We're spoilering it up in here. So if you don't want spoilers, or you don't watch Trigun, I'm sorry. :( I'll have something not-Trigun next time. (And this isn't, by the way, the fanfiction I mentioned before. That one's long, and still not finished.)
I started this quite a while back and didn't finish it. But with Halloween coming up, I was reminded of it, since it's a ghost story, and completed it. Although, it's not scary. In fact, it's meant to be kind of humorous, because silly Trigun is the best Trigun. But, basically, the whole thing was more or less made up as I went along, for my own enjoyment, so I can't guarantee the quality. But if it gets a chuckle out of you at any time, I'll consider it a success.
This doesn't have a title, because I'm bad at titles. I would probably name it something like, "Attack of the Ghost Who Was Actually Quite a Nice Ghost and Didn't Mean to Scare Meryl, So He's Very Sorry, But Not Sorry for Being a Pain in the Butt to Knives, Because Knives Deserves It." Yep. Award-winning title right there.
Okay, anyway, here's my gibberish.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Fanfiction and Heroes
So...
I'm supposed to be writing a mystery story, or drawing, or cross stitching, or something like that.
Instead, Trigun was like, "I OWN YOUR SOUL!"
I've been writing fanfiction.
Oh, and, I might, maybe, kind of, might have started a tumblr... for Trigun. Tumblr seems to be the only place that the fans are active at all (it is kind of an old show, after all), so I broke down and got an account in the name of fan interaction. I won't bore you with the details of either venture, as it would only make me sound like the ridiculous fangirl that I am.
Writing fanfiction is kind of interesting, though. For a long time, I always viewed it as cheating. The characters, or the setting, or both, are already provided, so fanfiction was the "easy" way out. I held nothing against those who wrote or read it, I just felt that if I was going to take the trouble to write something, I didn't want to "cheat." I would, occassionally, write a little fanfiction myself, but it was always boredom writing and nothing that I took seriously. Then I started coming up with fanfiction ideas that I thought were really pretty good. They were good enough that I wanted to write them and do a good job. I had to sit down and have a serious talk with myself about whether or not this was acceptable behavior. I decided it was okay to have ideas, as long as I didn't take the ideas seriously enough to actually write them down. Which is sort of like saying it's okay to keep a lit cigarette in your mouth as long as you don't inhale. It's a ridiculous thing to say. Last weekend I finally inhaled.
Geez, I feel like I'm confessing a terrible decline in morals! It's only fanfiction! It's not even the dirty kind! The romance is heterosexual and G-rated, okay!?
But it feels weird to be writing something and thinking, "Is it okay that he said that? Is that out of character?" and, "Wait, I think I need to double check that. Which volume of the manga was that in?"
Once it's finished, I may post it online somewhere. Don't know yet.
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On a different note, I'm going to take a moment to write about something a bit cathartic. It's been on my mind.
I wish when I was a kid, someone had told me that it was okay to pick fictional characters as your hero.
I always dreaded having to write about my hero in elementary school. I didn't have one. There was no single person that I idolized in any way. I would make something up about my mom or dad being my hero. I do love both of them, but I didn't idolize them. I was jealous of the kids who could write things like, "I love basketball, so Micheal Jordan is my hero," or "My uncle is in the army, so he's my hero." Maybe I've just lived a life that's too boring and sheltered to be attached to anyone cool enough to be my hero. It didn't even occur to me that I was allowed to write "The Animorphs," or anything like that. Real people listed real people as their hero. Only the total dweebs ran around saying they wanted to be batman when they grew up.
Once I got into high school, though, I started doing this thing, occasionally, where I would try channeling a fictional character in order to get a confidence boost. I remember walking through the high school and thinking about Aragorn from Lord of the Rings. I would remember that he was called "Strider" because he was long-legged and took long steps. I would lengthen my stride just a little, walking down the halls of the high school. That was enough to give me a little boost. There was one day, while I was working summers during college, when I was having a bad day at work. I started pretending to myself that I was a Time Lord (um, Time Lady?) who was just pretending to be a normal human. Working at a retail store was just part of the guise. I didn't even bother explaining to myself why I needed to pretend to be a human. I was a Time Lord. That was all that mattered. And one of the reasons I'm so infatuated with Trigun is because some of the characters were the right thing at the right time for me. That's a really long story, but I've definitely channeled Trigun before.
I recently read about a study which had some surprising results on how fictional characters effect self esteem. You can read it here, but I'll summarize for you. Some people wanted to know if men's self esteem was hurt by seeing buff guys in pop culture, similar to the way women's self esteem can be hurt by seeing skinny women on TV. They showed pictures of comic book super heroes to college age men, and then asked them to rate their happiness, give their view of their body, and take a small strength test. Guys who had an emotional attachment to the characters they were shown, outranked the rest in all three categories. So, thinking about a fictional character that you love boosts your self confidence and can even make your physically stronger.
How awesome is that?
I admit, the results might be just the same if a person were shown a picture of a real life person that they looked up to, but that doesn't really matter. What matters is that the dweeby kid running around saying he wants to be Batman when he grows up is doing himself just as much good as someone with a real person that they look up to, and probably more good than I did for myself, resigning myself to a hero-less childhood.
So if I were asked as an adult to write about someone who was my hero, I would probably end up writing about someone like Doctor Who. And I would be totally okay with that.
Peace Out, gang!
I'm supposed to be writing a mystery story, or drawing, or cross stitching, or something like that.
Instead, Trigun was like, "I OWN YOUR SOUL!"
I've been writing fanfiction.
Oh, and, I might, maybe, kind of, might have started a tumblr... for Trigun. Tumblr seems to be the only place that the fans are active at all (it is kind of an old show, after all), so I broke down and got an account in the name of fan interaction. I won't bore you with the details of either venture, as it would only make me sound like the ridiculous fangirl that I am.
Writing fanfiction is kind of interesting, though. For a long time, I always viewed it as cheating. The characters, or the setting, or both, are already provided, so fanfiction was the "easy" way out. I held nothing against those who wrote or read it, I just felt that if I was going to take the trouble to write something, I didn't want to "cheat." I would, occassionally, write a little fanfiction myself, but it was always boredom writing and nothing that I took seriously. Then I started coming up with fanfiction ideas that I thought were really pretty good. They were good enough that I wanted to write them and do a good job. I had to sit down and have a serious talk with myself about whether or not this was acceptable behavior. I decided it was okay to have ideas, as long as I didn't take the ideas seriously enough to actually write them down. Which is sort of like saying it's okay to keep a lit cigarette in your mouth as long as you don't inhale. It's a ridiculous thing to say. Last weekend I finally inhaled.
Geez, I feel like I'm confessing a terrible decline in morals! It's only fanfiction! It's not even the dirty kind! The romance is heterosexual and G-rated, okay!?
But it feels weird to be writing something and thinking, "Is it okay that he said that? Is that out of character?" and, "Wait, I think I need to double check that. Which volume of the manga was that in?"
Once it's finished, I may post it online somewhere. Don't know yet.
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On a different note, I'm going to take a moment to write about something a bit cathartic. It's been on my mind.
I wish when I was a kid, someone had told me that it was okay to pick fictional characters as your hero.
I always dreaded having to write about my hero in elementary school. I didn't have one. There was no single person that I idolized in any way. I would make something up about my mom or dad being my hero. I do love both of them, but I didn't idolize them. I was jealous of the kids who could write things like, "I love basketball, so Micheal Jordan is my hero," or "My uncle is in the army, so he's my hero." Maybe I've just lived a life that's too boring and sheltered to be attached to anyone cool enough to be my hero. It didn't even occur to me that I was allowed to write "The Animorphs," or anything like that. Real people listed real people as their hero. Only the total dweebs ran around saying they wanted to be batman when they grew up.
Once I got into high school, though, I started doing this thing, occasionally, where I would try channeling a fictional character in order to get a confidence boost. I remember walking through the high school and thinking about Aragorn from Lord of the Rings. I would remember that he was called "Strider" because he was long-legged and took long steps. I would lengthen my stride just a little, walking down the halls of the high school. That was enough to give me a little boost. There was one day, while I was working summers during college, when I was having a bad day at work. I started pretending to myself that I was a Time Lord (um, Time Lady?) who was just pretending to be a normal human. Working at a retail store was just part of the guise. I didn't even bother explaining to myself why I needed to pretend to be a human. I was a Time Lord. That was all that mattered. And one of the reasons I'm so infatuated with Trigun is because some of the characters were the right thing at the right time for me. That's a really long story, but I've definitely channeled Trigun before.
I recently read about a study which had some surprising results on how fictional characters effect self esteem. You can read it here, but I'll summarize for you. Some people wanted to know if men's self esteem was hurt by seeing buff guys in pop culture, similar to the way women's self esteem can be hurt by seeing skinny women on TV. They showed pictures of comic book super heroes to college age men, and then asked them to rate their happiness, give their view of their body, and take a small strength test. Guys who had an emotional attachment to the characters they were shown, outranked the rest in all three categories. So, thinking about a fictional character that you love boosts your self confidence and can even make your physically stronger.
How awesome is that?
I admit, the results might be just the same if a person were shown a picture of a real life person that they looked up to, but that doesn't really matter. What matters is that the dweeby kid running around saying he wants to be Batman when he grows up is doing himself just as much good as someone with a real person that they look up to, and probably more good than I did for myself, resigning myself to a hero-less childhood.
So if I were asked as an adult to write about someone who was my hero, I would probably end up writing about someone like Doctor Who. And I would be totally okay with that.
Peace Out, gang!
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Cross Stitching
Here's the story, though.
I never would have considered cross stitching, since, to me anyway, it holds the stereotype of being an activity that is only done my one of two types of people: old ladies, and Victorian ladies. Since I am neither, it wasn't an option.
But one day I stumbled on a little crafting niche of cross stitching geeky stuff, like these:
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| http://www.flickr.com/photos/22085563@N06/ |
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| http://miloceane.deviantart.com/art/Cross-stitch-Yellow-s-Pikachu-275035689 |
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| http://www.flickr.com/photos/stopsign/3282603064/ |
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| http://www.flickr.com/photos/krupptastic/3487964783/in/set-72157614432044697/ |
I thought, "Hey! That's cool! Maybe if I'm cross stitching something that I really like, it could be fun." I decided to give it a try. After much pondering, I decided to cross stitch the four elemental symbols from the series "Avatar: The Last Airbender." This was good because a) I'm in love with that show, and b) I wasn't sure how much I'd enjoy cross stitching, so I could start with just one symbol, and if I liked it, I could do the rest.
I started with the air symbol. I've a fondness for air out of the elements of the show, because air benders are pacifists and avoid direct conflict, and that's me in a nutshell.
Since airbenders wear orange, I grabbed orange thread for a background (and that left blue reserved for water, if I got that far). The thread changes colors down it's length from orange to yellow and back, so I thought that would look cool. For the symbol and a border, I grabbed a very dark brown, rather than black. I don't like using straight black much in art. I feel like true black is somehow sort of lifeless. I'll frequently mix it with brown or dark blue to make it either a "warm" black or a "cool" black, and that feels more comfortable in an image to me.
Anywho, I had to make my own pattern, which was a bit of a task, and involved graph paper and drawing, erasing, and redrawing little X's over and over again until I was satisfied.
This is how far I got in a week. It's about a quarter of the background, and you can see where I intend to put in the spirals when the background is complete.
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| (This is about three inches across, or about thirty stitches.) |
I've learned a lot from this past week. I learned about cross stitch fabrics, and how to secure the end of your thread without trying a knot. I learned different ways of making your own cross stitch pattern, and that cross stitch thread comes in more colors than Skittles. And I learned that cross stitching isn't really my thing, and that's okay.
I consider myself always in a bit of flux. I'm always learning new things about myself, and about what I like and what I don't like, and how I feel about different things. I tend to roam from one type of art or craft to another, and sometimes I think it would be better if I just picked one thing and stuck to it. But then I would stop learning about myself.
Here's to hoping that someday I will actually finish this.
Peace out, guys!
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Random Stuff
Okay, I'm gonna be honest right up front. I got nothing this week. So I'm going to just ramble about random stuff, and hopefully it will all be art/writing related. Maybe you'll find it interesting. Maybe.
That story I'm working on:
I thought it would be cool to write a mystery, because I've never done that before and I've always sort of wanted to. And then I thought it would be cool to set it in Victorian England, because everybody likes Victorian mysteries, right?
So I've been swinging wildly back and forth between, "This story is going to be cool! I'm gonna rock the mystery genre, baby!" and "WHY DID I THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA!?" I don't know much about the Victorian era, and I don't know how the British police force works. (Are all detectives plain-clothes detectives? What rank do you need to be to work on a murder mystery? Do detectives have secretaries? Did women even work as secretaries in the Victorian era?) I've bought a book on the Victorian Era, by the way, which is helpful, and, honestly, pretty interesting and I'm enjoying reading it. It seems like whenever I learn something new about that time period I experience a mix of pride on their behalf, and horror. That was the era pain killer started being widely used for surgeries and childbirth and stuff. Yay! That's so great! But they didn't seem to know what exactly made for good medicine, because you could buy over-the-counter opium... for children's ear aches.
And, getting back on the topic of writing, if you know the answer to the mystery, then all the clues seem obvious to you, so how do you know which of the clues you're writing into the story are obvious and which ones aren't?
I just need to keep reminding myself that few people will ever read this story. I mean, I don't intend to try and get it published. I'm just doing it for fun and for the challenge. So if I totally crash and burn, that's okay. Right? Right.
On the subject of favorite characters:
I'm just throwing this out here, because I think maybe I'm weird about this. It's really common for me to have two favorite characters in a story: one that I really enjoyed all through the story, usually someone funny or lovable; and one that elicited the greatest emotional response out of me. So when I try to figure out who my favorite character is, I can never make up my mind. Do I pick the one who made me smile all the way through, or do I pick the one who made me cry in the end? They're both my favorite. You can do that, right? Have two favorites?
For example, in "Avatar: The Last Airbender," Sokka... (do I really want to admit this?) Sokka and I have the same sense of humor. (And now that I've started in on Korra, he's the character I miss the most.) But Zuko, of course, was the one who pulled my heartstrings. And in "Trigun," Vash is awesome in a plethora of ways, but Wolfwood hasn't so much pulled my heartstrings as gotten all tangled up in them so that he almost can't move without getting an emotional response out of me.
So now you know. I frequently have two favorites per story.
On the subject of critiquing stories:
I'm not quite sure how it happened, but somewhere along the way, I've gotten into the habit of analyzing the stories that I read and watch. What did I like? Why did I feel like that part was well done? What didn't I like? Why was that part "wrong?" How could it have been done better? I'm sure this has something to do with me writing stories myself. Sometimes I think it's a good thing, because it will make me a better writer, but sometimes I think I'm being awfully arrogant, telling the professionals what they did wrong and how they should have done it.
It's kind of a two edged-sword, because some things, when you start analyzing and critiquing them, only come out more impressive. The more you pick them apart, the more you see how well written they are. (Avatar:TLA, I'm lookin' at you! You are a heck of a well written story! I applaud you!) On the other hand, if I find too many flaws, it'll kill the story. There's a sad sad tale in my life about how I found too many things I didn't like in the Trigun movie, and now I can't hardly think about it without thinking about all the ways I want to "fix" it.
Completely random:
On Sat. Sept. 15, there's going to be a real-life Pro Bending tournament at Lake Hefner. Anyone can enter, as a team of three or individually. Individuals will be divided into teams at the event. Fire is replaced with nerf balls, earth discs are replaced with frisbees, and water is coming in the form of water balloons. I'm already signed up to be an earth bender with my sister and a friend. If anyone's interested, you can find more info, or sign up here: https://www.facebook.com/events/304327766332887/ Or you can just show up. I'm sure they won't turn you away.
Okay, done rambling. Peace out!
That story I'm working on:
I thought it would be cool to write a mystery, because I've never done that before and I've always sort of wanted to. And then I thought it would be cool to set it in Victorian England, because everybody likes Victorian mysteries, right?
So I've been swinging wildly back and forth between, "This story is going to be cool! I'm gonna rock the mystery genre, baby!" and "WHY DID I THINK THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA!?" I don't know much about the Victorian era, and I don't know how the British police force works. (Are all detectives plain-clothes detectives? What rank do you need to be to work on a murder mystery? Do detectives have secretaries? Did women even work as secretaries in the Victorian era?) I've bought a book on the Victorian Era, by the way, which is helpful, and, honestly, pretty interesting and I'm enjoying reading it. It seems like whenever I learn something new about that time period I experience a mix of pride on their behalf, and horror. That was the era pain killer started being widely used for surgeries and childbirth and stuff. Yay! That's so great! But they didn't seem to know what exactly made for good medicine, because you could buy over-the-counter opium... for children's ear aches.
And, getting back on the topic of writing, if you know the answer to the mystery, then all the clues seem obvious to you, so how do you know which of the clues you're writing into the story are obvious and which ones aren't?
I just need to keep reminding myself that few people will ever read this story. I mean, I don't intend to try and get it published. I'm just doing it for fun and for the challenge. So if I totally crash and burn, that's okay. Right? Right.
On the subject of favorite characters:
I'm just throwing this out here, because I think maybe I'm weird about this. It's really common for me to have two favorite characters in a story: one that I really enjoyed all through the story, usually someone funny or lovable; and one that elicited the greatest emotional response out of me. So when I try to figure out who my favorite character is, I can never make up my mind. Do I pick the one who made me smile all the way through, or do I pick the one who made me cry in the end? They're both my favorite. You can do that, right? Have two favorites?
For example, in "Avatar: The Last Airbender," Sokka... (do I really want to admit this?) Sokka and I have the same sense of humor. (And now that I've started in on Korra, he's the character I miss the most.) But Zuko, of course, was the one who pulled my heartstrings. And in "Trigun," Vash is awesome in a plethora of ways, but Wolfwood hasn't so much pulled my heartstrings as gotten all tangled up in them so that he almost can't move without getting an emotional response out of me.
So now you know. I frequently have two favorites per story.
On the subject of critiquing stories:
I'm not quite sure how it happened, but somewhere along the way, I've gotten into the habit of analyzing the stories that I read and watch. What did I like? Why did I feel like that part was well done? What didn't I like? Why was that part "wrong?" How could it have been done better? I'm sure this has something to do with me writing stories myself. Sometimes I think it's a good thing, because it will make me a better writer, but sometimes I think I'm being awfully arrogant, telling the professionals what they did wrong and how they should have done it.
It's kind of a two edged-sword, because some things, when you start analyzing and critiquing them, only come out more impressive. The more you pick them apart, the more you see how well written they are. (Avatar:TLA, I'm lookin' at you! You are a heck of a well written story! I applaud you!) On the other hand, if I find too many flaws, it'll kill the story. There's a sad sad tale in my life about how I found too many things I didn't like in the Trigun movie, and now I can't hardly think about it without thinking about all the ways I want to "fix" it.
Completely random:
On Sat. Sept. 15, there's going to be a real-life Pro Bending tournament at Lake Hefner. Anyone can enter, as a team of three or individually. Individuals will be divided into teams at the event. Fire is replaced with nerf balls, earth discs are replaced with frisbees, and water is coming in the form of water balloons. I'm already signed up to be an earth bender with my sister and a friend. If anyone's interested, you can find more info, or sign up here: https://www.facebook.com/events/304327766332887/ Or you can just show up. I'm sure they won't turn you away.
Okay, done rambling. Peace out!
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Redwall Happend This Weekend.
I've found myself doing something unexpected this weekend.
Once upon a time, a long time ago, (mostly in middle school), I was completely in love with a book series titled Redwall. It has a medieval setting, but the characters are all animals. Think Disney's "Robin Hood." During that time, I would get online and do RPG's, in which I would jump on a forum, make up a character, and write stories jointly with others in which each person was responsible for writing what happened to their own character.
One of my fellow RPGers was "Aquamarine," who somehow managed to track me down years later. We've been facebook friends for a while. This weekend she invited me to join a "Redwall Party" in which she and several friends were going to do an RPG for nostalgia's sake. My first reaction was something akin to panic. "Does she know how long it's been since I've read those!? I don't remember anything! Something about mice... and I think there were squirrels and otters there, too... and swords..."
But I accepted.
We're "partying" through Monday night, so I've been spending just about all my time hanging about on this forum. Somewhere in there, I jokingly said, "I have no idea what's going on here. I'm just posting when they tell me to." Only I wasn't entirely joking. I'm holding my own pretty well, though, I think. Every time I post, someone says, "Thanks, Sarah! That was great." So, either, I'm doing well, or they're just making sure to be really nice to me.
I'm writing an otter family, by the way. A father, a son, and a daughter. At the moment, the son has been captured by the bad guys while attempting to rescue his friend, also captured by bad guys. I'm very amused that, early on, we all heard that the bad guys were planning on making the good guys play a cruel version of tug-of-war in order to win back the prisoners, and everyone immediately starts making big, burly otter characters. (But my character came first! Hipster Otter was a big, burly otter before it was cool!)
It's all very nostalgic in a very weird way.
That's all for now. Peace out!
Once upon a time, a long time ago, (mostly in middle school), I was completely in love with a book series titled Redwall. It has a medieval setting, but the characters are all animals. Think Disney's "Robin Hood." During that time, I would get online and do RPG's, in which I would jump on a forum, make up a character, and write stories jointly with others in which each person was responsible for writing what happened to their own character.
One of my fellow RPGers was "Aquamarine," who somehow managed to track me down years later. We've been facebook friends for a while. This weekend she invited me to join a "Redwall Party" in which she and several friends were going to do an RPG for nostalgia's sake. My first reaction was something akin to panic. "Does she know how long it's been since I've read those!? I don't remember anything! Something about mice... and I think there were squirrels and otters there, too... and swords..."
But I accepted.
We're "partying" through Monday night, so I've been spending just about all my time hanging about on this forum. Somewhere in there, I jokingly said, "I have no idea what's going on here. I'm just posting when they tell me to." Only I wasn't entirely joking. I'm holding my own pretty well, though, I think. Every time I post, someone says, "Thanks, Sarah! That was great." So, either, I'm doing well, or they're just making sure to be really nice to me.
I'm writing an otter family, by the way. A father, a son, and a daughter. At the moment, the son has been captured by the bad guys while attempting to rescue his friend, also captured by bad guys. I'm very amused that, early on, we all heard that the bad guys were planning on making the good guys play a cruel version of tug-of-war in order to win back the prisoners, and everyone immediately starts making big, burly otter characters. (But my character came first! Hipster Otter was a big, burly otter before it was cool!)
It's all very nostalgic in a very weird way.
That's all for now. Peace out!
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Javert - Finished
Finished!
Okay, so technically, I promised a hat, but I'm kinda ready to move on to other things. Honestly, he'll probably go hat-less until they release the next Les Miserables movie trailer, and then I'll get all worked up and excited about the movie again and decide make his hat.
The only difference between the finished product and the last time you saw him is that trim and buttons have been added to his uniform. The trim is slim, silver ribbon that's been glued on. The buttons I actually purchased as do-it-yourself covered buttons, meaning they're meant to be covered in fabric, so that they blend in with the material of the clothing. But I had no intention of covering them. I needed smooth silver buttons for his uniform, and buying covered buttons was cheaper than buying the real thing. The buttons come with a front, that gets covered, and a back that pops into place afterward. Since there's no fabric, I hot-glued the front and back together and then sewed them on as-is.
And that's about it!
Now that I've got Javert done, and I've got Tokyo in Tulsa out of the way, I feel like I'm open to start up new things. I'm not totally sure what I'm going to start on, since I have a few different ideas of things I'd like to do. But I do know that I'd like to get started on some writing. (Remember earlier when I said my muse wanted me to write stories about some guy named Charles?) I need to get all my ideas written down and organized, and I have a lot of research and world building to do before I start actually writing. I debate a bit whether or not to post my writing as I go, but I doubt I will, mostly because I have a habit of getting half-way through a story and then deciding to make major changes to the characters and plot. If I posted it as I went, I'd end up saying, "Um... guys?... Pretend the last chapter didn't happen. Also, Riley's name is now inexplicably changed to Emma. For reasons."
So, yeah, that's where I am. We'll see what happens from here.
Peace out!
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