Bored, lonely and creative are never the best set of circumstances for anyone to find themselves in, well perhaps the creative part, but not the bored and lonely part. Having spent most of my life reading the fictional works of others, I decided to embark upon the task of creating my own fictional work.
I failed miserably.
Flat, boring, and not something I would inflict upon maximum security prisioners, the fact that the cpu of my computer fried and burned the 60 or so pages that were completed at the time were no great loss to me, or even society as a whole. But what went wrong, I wondered? I had a great history, and fantastic world, and quite a few ideas on plot development. I spent a while perplexed when it randomly occured to me, my characters were flat, boring and not at all interesting.
Seriously, cardbord cut outs could have had more personality, and made a better read.
Character development wasn't something I had thought of, and the book had suffered for it, armed with my newfound knowledge, I tried to find new ways to create believable characters that could not only be related to, but liked, loved, or even hated. The individuals that came from such flawed logic are actually the ones who blog here, I am an innocent bystander, watching them struggle, and hoping for the best.
I am hardly the best student of such things like 'proper english' and 'correct spelling' and I am told, usually in a snotty tone, that I 'got the words wrong', occasionally but then were I perfect, then what would I need them for?
*grins* Yes, I am well aware how insane all of this sounds, but whith help from my partner in crime Lissa, I have actually begun writing something truely worthwhile that I can be proud of.
Besides, aren't we all just a little bit insane? My insanity is just more obvious!
Age:
28 Years Old
(10/9/1980)
Location:
Around here somewhere
Dislikes
- OOC drama and the people that cause it
- having my creativity halted because of others
- Olives