I’ll make a more formal post about this later if need be, but if I opened short story commissions, would anyone be interested in them? I’m just asking so if there were people interested, I’d have a good estimate of how much I would need to prepare for. I’d also be open to poetry too, though I’m not sure how that would be quantified.
I’d tell anyone who was interested to go through my writing tag, but because I’ve also included other piece of writing and writing reference guides in there, it’d probably be best if I directed them to specific pieces (with links under the cut):
You can sit there, trying to shake off any and every snowflake that lands on you.
Or you could lie here and let yourself get snowed on. Let the snow cling onto you, a chill touch upon your shoulder. A light dusting, maybe a little more if the clouds feel like it.
Lie back, relax, and take it all in.
Just don’t let yourself get buried.
I have Japanese class in like 45 minutes, so I’ll take this time to reflect.
Yesterday after lunch, I had a pretty huge break in between classes. When I returned back to my dorm, my original plan was to read some of my physics book.
Instead, I put on music (on a rather tiny set of speakers compared to some of my other suitemates) and took a three hour nap. At one point, one of my roommates came in, but he didn’t mind.
Some time afterwards, I watched the Presidential Debate and grabbed dinner and coffee. It feels like forever since I had had white mocha. It was familiar, comforting, not too sweet, and a little too warm.
Back in our dorm, we were all talking when the topic of the girls in the suite across the hall came up. After knocking on their door and meeting them in the hallway, we invited them in for a few exciting rounds of Mafia. I should be a narrator more often. Overseeing everything from the beginning of a game was always fun; some of the choices people would make were surprising, others weren’t. Unfortunately, an RSO came over and told us to be quiet since it was quiet hours, so we played one or two more rounds before the girls retired back to their suite.
I hung about and talked with the guys a little. From potential majors to potential colleges, and more. At one point, they were talking about the girls and it was just so awkward for me. They were all so vindictive and snide and it was like they were in their own little world. I was merely a tourist who tried to interact with the locals, but couldn’t even really make sense of where I was. Pretty sure I earned the “too nice guy” reputation because of it. I don’t care, it shouldn’t matter. Headed back into my room and blogged a bit before finally going to bed.
It’s already Thursday. The first full week of classes is almost over. It feels like it’s been years since I moved here, but it’ll only be a week in a few days.
I kind of wish the days would go by this slow. Makes for more savoring and living in the moment. Or is that just me?
Because I figured I had some rattling around in my brain that were worthy (or not!) to share with you all.
Flowers blossom in your pupils
And the petals catch your eyelashes when they fall
My eyes look like eyes to you, and that is all
Your hands reflect the golden sun
And the rays track your fingers when they part
My hands look like hands to you- an object, not an art
Dripping from your soul, a set of acrylic paints
And the colours attach to your emotions when they flare
My soul is not in your line of sight, and so it will tear
Currently in the middle of writing the second part to that drabble I posted up awhile ago. (Which is turning out to be longer than I thought, but no big deal).
I’ve come to the confession part.
And I can feel the character’s nervousness myself.
So then I stop and not write.
Which makes me think that he’s never going to confess.
So then I feel worse.
i suck at writing love stories. hurdyhurdyhurrr
- Choke. Just think about it, seriously. Think about what choking is and imagine speaking while it’s happening. That would fuckin’ hurt, man.
- Hiss. Look, it’s just not possible, okay? No matter how “evil” you want your character to seem.
- Snarl. Animals snarls. The Beast from Beauty and the Beast snarls. The Hulk snarls. You know who doesn’t snarl? PEOPLE WHEN THEY’RE SPEAKING.
- Shriek. Come on, 99% of the time, “shriek” is not the word you want.Let’s face it: if you put an exclamation point at the end of the sentence, your reader gets the picture. Don’t bring to mind banshees and screaming toddlers.
- Sneer. I’m not even going to bother explaining this one. “SNEER” ISN’T EVEN A SOUND.
Choked is not meant to be taken literally, an obstruction in the throat. It means they’re having difficultly speaking, they’re forcing the words out with difficulty. Often used when the character is convulsed in tears or laughter.
Hiss is a low, threatening whisper. Raw, guttural, vicious. It is NOT a literal hiss like an animal, it is a tone of voice that serves the same function. Someone will hiss that they’re going to cut your throat- a message from one person to the other.
Snarl is the same kind of thing. Not literal, it’s a tone of voice that serves the same function. It’s raw and gutteral like a hiss, but more savage than vicious. It’s loud, it’s showy, it’s intimidating. It’s very alpha male, big man, look at how fucking dangerous I am. I’ll take ALL of you on. Even if they’re snarling at one person in particular, nobody better back them up or they’re gonna get fucked up too.
Shriek. Come on, seriously? We’ve all heard people shriek either in fear or outrage. High pitched, loud, out of control, feminine. Men can shriek, but it’s funny and emasculating. Think angry italian women throwing pots and pans or ladies on tables who just saw a mouse.
Sneering is contempt whether it’s a facial expression or a tone of voice or both. There are a hundred different ways to sneer with your voice, but it all adds up to the same thing.
How descriptive words work 101
Started writing the second part to that drabble I posted last night. I feel like it’s a bit slow and I know I still have some details to change.
I think there’s going to be a total of six parts: three main and three supplementary, like extra side stories.
I’m excited to have a new writing project underway. I might as well start up a writing blog.