That awkward moment... · 6:58pm Jan 2nd, 2015
...when the chapter that took you six months to write and God knows how many hours of reading to get the characters in character has only three commentators so far.
The writer formerly known as Wave Blaster. It's been a weird decade. She/Her.
...when the chapter that took you six months to write and God knows how many hours of reading to get the characters in character has only three commentators so far.
Okay 2015, 2014 did its worst and I tamed it the best I could. I faced a lot of sh*t, and met a lot of wonderful people. I wrote good and bad chapters, and still not finished Judgement Day (sorry).
And after all of that, all the good and the bad, I can only tell you one single thing. Year 2015:
BRING IT ON!
Ho-ly-crap!
Here's a list of people who actually cried by hearing this:
Superman
Batman
Godzilla
Mazinkaiser
me
you
Liam Neeson
Chuck Norris
Teddy Roosevelt
The Terminator (finally learnt to cry)
Deathstroke the Terminator
RED and BLU
Orson Welles
Y ahora, un pasaje que muchas personas parecen olvidar estos días./
And now, a passage a lot of people seem to forget these days:
8 Había pastores en la misma región, que velaban y guardaban las vigilias de la noche sobre su rebaño.
9 Y he aquí, se les presentó un ángel del Señor, y la gloria del Señor los rodeó de resplandor; y tuvieron gran temor.
10 Pero el ángel les dijo: No temáis; porque he aquí os doy nuevas de gran gozo, que será para todo el pueblo:
Okay, I can buy the new architecture.
I can even agree with some changes.
But why, why, why is the color out???
What happened with the happiness that irradiated from simply opening the main page and seeing and atomic explosion of colors and variety?
What happened to the little images next to the character tags? You know which ones, the ones that told you about the characters in the story at a simple glance without needing to read.
But, most important *takes deep breath*
Gratuitous Dick Figures reference is gratuitous.
Well, once again, I finished a semester in University. Another one and another step closer to becoming a journalist. How it was this time?
Yeah, I just can't let this one go.
For those who still don't know me, here's a very big part of my writing style; multidisciplinary.
Oh yeah.
Rebuilding, reconstructing, slow walks while listening "Dust in the Wind", reading Nietzsche, watching Jim Carey, hitting my head against the nearest wall and an actually long etc.
But it wasn't till I read this:
Hey guys, how have you been?
Well, because my last two blogpost, you should have seen that I'm working on getting back at writing.
The thing is, that after knowing that bad new, I got broken. Badly. My mind went to a very dark place, where even the sun is dark and desperation is waiting for you at every corner. A place where I could only think of how much I've lost and how little I can keep.
The guy you got to know as Wave Blaster was shattered.
This should be agony. I should be a mass of aching muscle — broken, spent, unable to move. And, were I an older man, I surely would... But I'm a man of 30 — of 20 again. The rain on my chest is a baptism. I'm born again.