|Here's where all my latest deviations are. Go look, then tell me what you think of them, please. I'm totally sure that will help me in the long run. Maybe. Most likely. Probably.|
|These are my favorites. When I favorite something, it's because I like it. I won't favorite anything aside from that reason. Not to get free stuff, not to get llamas in return... Nope. If I like it, then I favorite it. Simple as pie~ Mmm, I like pie...|
I’m an author. It’s been my life-long dream to actually write a book. I guess I’m too scared to actually commit to writing a real novel. Nowadays, I stick to writing fanfiction, calling it practice and working my way up up until I think I’ve gathered enough skills to safely start something. because when I finally write a book, I want to be good. Amazing. Better than Stephen King, if you would.
I’m sure that’s what every authors wants, but that’s not the point here.
I’ve been stuck with my books for so long. Longer than I’ve been married to my computer ^-^ I guess I’ve got a lot of friends. I would have said that, about three years ago. Until I realized my books are real friends. You can’t talk to them(well, you can, but I’d rather not be admitted to an asylum) about your problems or feelings. They can’t talk back. Books can’t substitute for people in your life, and when I realized that, I think I sort of fell apart. Looking around at my life for the first time in forever, I thought about things. I don’t think I really thought them through, though. I tried going through life like I was writing something. I thought I could have an outline. If I stuck to my outline, said the right dialogues, entered the right scenes and made the right characters my friends—I’d be set. I wouldn’t run into any problems. Because the outlines is absolute. it’s the plot. Everything revolves around the plot and if you follow the plot you can’t be wrong.
Then I realized that life doesn’t have a plot. The people around me aren’t characters in a story and there’s usually no secret meaning to simple words unless you’re a politician. Conversations aren’t written out on a sheet or document beforehand and only spoken out loud once they’ve been edited until their perfect and you can’t plan out the scenes. Life is unexpected, it’s wild, and, perhaps the worst of all, it’s unpredictable.
And I think that’s what hit me the hardest.