Just like a literate pig's smoked back, I'm back on writing. · 12:31am Jul 26th, 2014
(I wonder how many people are gonna get the pun in the title).
This is going to be frigging weird for, like, all of you, because you didn't know I had to come back at all, but I feel like sharing this story so who the heck cares, let me post whatever I want. It’s my user page, after all. What are you going to do? Punch me? Are you going to punch me for this blog? Huh? You feel like you can do that? COME ON, THEN! PUNCH ME IF YOU DARE! COME ON, I WON’T HIT YOU BACK! HERE, MY CHIN IS READY, YOU POOPHEAD!
WHAT?! ARE YOU TOO MUCH OF A SISSY TO – Woah, hey, wait a second, put that fist down! I was joking, mate. Geez. Where’s your sense of humor? Plus, I’m like a bazillion miles away from you. If you try to punch me you’re going to break your computer.
Tsk. Amateurs.
Anyway, so what is this blog about? I guess it’s a celebration, because holy guacamoles, I’m finally back.
Like, not in a purely physical sense (although yeah I’m kind of back from my holidays, as you can see by the fact that I’m posting this blog. Also, in case you were wondering, yes, my grandma had already bought a TV by the time I arrived to her place). No, I’m talking about being mentally back where I should be.
What does that mean, you ask? To which I reply: shut up. Don’t interrupt me when I’m talking. I’ll mess you up. You don’t want me to mess you up, honey. You can’t handle this.
With "this" I meant "me", but I don't have any angry photos of me, so have a menacing gorilla instead
With “being back” I mean I feel like I can write again. Y’see, I’m usually kind of a cheery guy, always laughing and screaming and being annoyingly cute. But this last week has been… How to put it? Horrible.
I won’t dwell on it too much because it’s something that affected many people and not just me (and I feel like I’m messing with their privacy if I share too much details), but there was an accident, somebody died, there was an incredibly haunting funeral (that affected me a lot, because funerals are kind of a hard thing to go through, all with the emotional pain and stuff), and I had to meet up with a bunch of people that don’t make me feel comfortable for many reasons, mostly involving politics, sexuality, and how all of them are a bunch of freaking douchebags. Like, wow. WOW.
It all happened in a two-days span, and I’m afraid it… Well, it affected me, as I’ve already said. Now, I don’t know about you, but writing a story about silly ponies being funny is kind of hard when you’re mourning/being angry/being pissed off/tired of everything/a little hungry/etc. So I had to take a rest from writing, which… honestly sucked.
Like, yeah, it was pretty hard stuff, but I like to get over things as quickly as possible. Life is short and being sad sucks, after all. However, I still need to practice my whole “absolute control of my feelings” thing, because this time thinking “whatever, life is life, let’s move on” didn’t cut it. Yet there I was, being moody and sad and emo like a thirteen-years-old that just discovered My Chemical Romance for the first time.
So yeah, I’ve been completely unable to write for a couple days, but eventually the sadness went away. After like forty-eight hours I noticed my mood was getting better again, and I thought that hey, maybe I can write now!
Nope. I couldn’t.
The words either didn’t come out or came out as bad as possible. I’ve possibly written my worst three thousand words ever. But fear not, citizen! I deleted them all without a doubt. I mean, yuck. That thing was nastier than my grandma’s feet.
I still had to wait a couple days to get back to writing, and it involved a little bit of mental gymnastics – I was putting too much pressure on myself, I think. Everything had to be perfect, every sentence had to be funny. The result was that I ended up completely blocked, and the only way to unblock me was to, well, write.
It sounds silly, but I’m sharing this with you mostly because of that last part. I’ve discovered that, if you can’t write because everything you’re doing looks like crap to you (which is even a worse thing if you’re in the middle of a project, because suddenly I had to compete with my past self, and that asshole sure knows how to write apparently), the best thing you can do is relax. Write some more. Have fun with what you’re doing. If the scene doesn’t come to you, don’t be afraid to change it. It’s your story, you are the one creating it, and it will bend to your will.
The dialogue doesn’t work? Scrap it. Think about something else the characters should talk about. The scene comes off as bad? Delete it. Think if the story works without it, think of an alternative, imagine a completely different approach. Don’t be afraid of rewriting. I know it sounds hard, but the feeling you get when you finally get the perfect take after many hours of work can’t be compared to anything else.
Wait, no. It can be compared to that of eating an obscenely large cake. But yeah that makes it better.
Oh, and also, find somebody to whine at. I don’t know if it’s just me, but every time I can’t write a story or I find it impossible to finish a scene, talking with somebody else about the problem solves everything in no time. Talk with a friend and explain what’s wrong with the scene and what you want to do with it. Get a proofreader that’s willing to listen and ask him for advice. Write a blog about the whole thing. Hell, send me a PM if you can’t put it off and there’s nobody else to whine at. I have time and I’ll try to answer.
So yeah, I think that’s the whole message of this blog? Don’t give up, look at the bright side of things, find a hobby you like, and talk to people. Wow, now I’m teaching you how to live your life. No wonders people usually hate me.
Eh, who cares. The important thing is that I’m back at writing, and even though my quality can be a tiny little bit lower than usual for a couple days, I’m sure I’ll get better. Hell, I wrote like 3500 words today, and I only deleted 1000. I actually like the rest.
So yeah, we’ll see. Ciao!
BACK ON.
BACON.
GET IT.
I'M SO SMART.
I missed your arms being wrapped around me
Yeah, funerals are hell.
And they bring out the worst in people.
I'm sorry you had to experience that.
Woo, hurray for writing!
Also, you are bonding the story to your will? Did you mean bending it to your will, or is the story strapped to a death machine and your will is the evil supergenius stroking a white cat and gloating?
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Aragon is a menacing gorilla, headcanon established.
I am happy you are feeling better. I did not really notice you were gone, mainly because I have been gone for about three weeks myself. I did not get your pun, it is probably because of the cultural differences. You know what they say, "Men are from Mars, Castithan's are from Daribo."
Wow. You are an obscenely cool person. Thanks for the writing advice, I'm always looking to improve myself but I'm pretty bad at it.
2316341 Does that explain how he hurt his arm that one time fighting a bear or something?
Or was it a panda?
2316381When in Rome... We are in his domain.
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*disapproval from the peanut gallery ensues*
Hey man, good to hear you're back on your feet again. We missed ya.
There's a difference?
That burn can be compared to the burn in this image: iambrony.dget.cc/mlp/gif/spike_breathing_fire_by_iks83-d4ixaqs.gif
2316238 You are the best person. You win at internet. You have truly earned this.