Welcome, Once Again

Hello, I am just gonna skip all of the formalities of "Sorry I've been gone, I suck at blogging," because I've done it a hundred times and probably won't stop.

If you click on the "projects" tab at the top of my blog, you will be taken to a page with a list. The first item on that list will be a story I wrote last Thanksgiving called Psithurisma. I finished that story a year ago, and now I'm kinda... re-opening it?

Psithurisma is a unique story. It's written in a very original way. It's set up like so:

0 1

dear god,

today i was outside and it was sunny, but it was raining too. i found this a terrific example of irony.
steve

0 2

dear steve,

i don’t like rain. it’s supposed to be so great but all it does is smell weird and stick your hair to your face. i don’t know why i created it.

god 

It's kinda written like letters, each letter being one chapter. The letters vary in length, but overall they aren't at all that long.

What I mean when I say I'm re-opening this project is that I'm building upon it. I've decided I'm gonna write 2 other stories like this and compile them into one... thing... called Letters Between Existence. I've already started working on part 2, Serein. I think I might call part three Finifugal.

The structure will be like this: Serein will be the first story to appear in the compilation. Serein is an exchange of letters between Death and a girl named Olivia, who is--essentially--Death's counterpart, Life. Then I will have Psithurisma, and it will end with Finifugal, because "finifugal" is an adjective that means hating endings (irony!!!). Part 1,   Serein, is an exchange between two non-existent entities; part 2, Psithurisma, is an exchange between an existent entity and a non-existent one; part 3, Finifugal, will be an exchange between two existent people. Thusly, Letters Between Existence.

Fun fact: you can actually read Psithurisma in its entirety if you click the "Psithurisma" tab.

I have high hopes for this story.

Trouble

Not even a week into my new schedule and I've already missed a blog. I am such a horrible person omf

Okay, so aside from my trouble with remembering when to blog (maybe I need a calendar or white board or something?), I am also having trouble thinking of what to write I'm not having trouble writing, what I'm having trouble with is actually sticking to an idea.

Survive is kinda still on. Monday, I started writing this new story I think is called Rush, but right now I am absolutely in the mood for some sci-fi/dystopian stuff. I think I need some Ritalin and to sit down in a quiet room.

On the brightside, I'll be alone for the rest of today and tomorrow. My mom and stepdad went out on a honeymoon thing for two days. I haven't done much.

I'll be sure to try and keep on schedule. 

Updates and Some Goals

So, in the past God-knows-how-long I've not written a thing, 'sept maybe a few words here and there, but nothing serious. Now I plan to change all of that.

My apologies for not blogging.

I now have a plan.

After I get my surgery in a month or two, I'm gonna work on making myself more responsible and organized. I'm gonna write every day, blog 3 times a week, and all that good stuff (on top of that, I'm eating a better diet and I'm going to start exercising and actually studying for school.)

I've updated a few things on my blog. As you may or may not have noticed, probably not, there's a new tab. Psithurisma is a short story my friend and I wrote together a while back, and I tried to get it published, and now it's sitting dormant as a final draft with no attention really. Feel free to read it. I've also updated my projects tab and added my email on my contact page.

Have a field day.

Expect blogs on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sundays. 

Camp NaNo Day 4: Book Covers Galore!

So instead of telling you guys what my wordcount today is (wrote around 1,400; 17431 total), I'm gonna show you guys some book covers!

(all made by me)

So, other than The Risen, I'm pretty sure all of these covers are new to my blog. The Shadow Hunters was a story I wrote in NaNo 2013 (paired with Psithurisma) and immediately deleted out of sheer hatred.  

Survive is an idea I've had with me a long while; I never actually wrote anything that stuck down, it's been evolving since around 2011.  

Deep Freeze is a fairly new idea I got from my creative writing class. On Fridays, we play this game where we're separated into two teams and whichever team can make up the best storyline with their given objects/settings wins. We made the idea for Deep Freeze, and I decided to write it.  

How to Be a God is an idea I've had for a short while but it never really evolved into anything special.
 I still like the cover, though.

The Hunters and the Hunted is a story I really enjoyed writing. It's a vampire story, taking place during Victorian-era in England. I got about 11,000 words in before getting a heap of writer's block and putting a halt to it. The people that read it said it was good, and I liked that, so I might continue it sometime (though it's more adult than YA).

i am off

Camp NaNo Day 3

So, my book is going to be divided into three parts: book one, book two, and book three. Book one is all about my hero getting engulfed into this new world he's forced to live in (slavery to the upper echelon of power), book two is about how he fairs in that world (doing jobs, learning the pros and cons, and getting the biggest mission ever), and book three is about the effect that his actions have on the world (it's gonna end).

I finished book one today, at 16,012 words and exactly 60 pages, times new roman 12pt font double-spaced with 1'' margins all around. I wrote a little over 2000 words today, my daily goal, and I also achieved another goal: I didn't take a nap!!

Favorite line written today:

They screamed insults at him, spoke in gibberish, and even told him that he was dead, but the one question that stood out was when someone asked “Why?”

It was a satanical voice, echoing through his mind.

“Why?”

He didn't not know the answer. He did not know why, nor did he know how. All he knew was that he was alive, and they were dead, and that he didn't mean for it to be this way and that some part of him wished it was the other way around.

Then all they were asking was “Why?” The gibberish turned into the word; the insults morphed their way into the question. It grew so loud that Titan clasped his hands over his ears, screaming to get the word out of his brain.

Titan sat up, in bed, his hands over his head and screaming, “I don't know!”

“I don't know,” he said, getting quieter as he realized where he was. He pulled the covers over his person, shivering quietly as tears began to rush town his face. “...I don't know.”

Ahh I am gone, friends. Goodnight.