And it feels DAYUM good.
When I say “started writing again” that means fiction. Even though my computer is stupid and has issues opening Word, I still have decided not to put it off anymore.
A few years ago I was furiously writing pretty okay stories about a dog named Patrick who was raised as a fighting dog. I kept the stories mostly to myself because when you step into the territory of writing animal stories, especially ones where the animals talk, you get a really limited audience. That, and it’s kind of nerdy unless you’re Jack London.
That’s what he looks like. And he has a bionic leg. Cool, I guess. I got my friend who does dope animations to make me one.
I was heavily heavily influenced by this really violent cartoon dog show that I’m a big fan of. It’s funny really, despite how much I hate it in the real world, I loooove animated and movie violence.
So, what I’m really trying to say here is that I think I’m going to drop my dog stories all together and not share them with people. I wanted to at first, but now I’m not so sure.
I’m not in school or anything right now so I figured some at-home practice would keep my brain healthy.
When I write either poetry or fiction I like to keep it way to myself. I rarely even tell people that I’m writing something because then people want to read it and I really don’t have a valid excuse to deny them other than I’m embarassed or it’ll “show my weaknesses” so to speak. If you know me, you’ll know I’m a really sarcastic, don’t-give-no-fucks about the world, everything is a joke type of person. So, when I put something made up in my head into words to develop a story into something serious I think it makes me vulnerable or something, I don’t know.
Alas, I do have just as many emotions coursing through my existance as the rest of you. Which brings me to what this post is really all about.
After finishing all of the Hunger Games, and then reading a couple books after that, also reading Bekaww’s fantastic work of art, my deep appreciation for literature has ignited in me once more. I have started up a piece of work that I think I am willing to share this time, when it’s right.
I’ve recently started having more “UFO nights” again, which, for every single one of you that has no idea what I’m talking about, UFO nights are extremely late night drives with my fucking crazy friend Chris deep into the woods to search for aliens. It sounds out of the ordinary, but we’re kind of unordinary and sometimes a little not stable, so it’s normal to us. We both believe in aliens, Chris has legitimately some of the most terrifying stories in the world involving mystical beings and the woods. So usually what we do is around 1-2 in the AM, we get some energy drinks and take dirt drives in the middle of the forest and listen to really odd music and just soak in all the eerieness. It’s a good time and opened me up to some intense inspiration.
This song to be specific actually http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0La5dvYor28
Not the lyrics but the whole mystics of it.
Listening to that track in the middle of the forest with no lights on = whoa.
I wrote one small piece that didn’t make a lot of sense, it wasn’t supposed to and I was just gonna keep it and leave it, but then I got an idea to make more and have them pan out in separate orders so it almost worked its way into being one whole story. But I lost interest in that and decided to just fucking write something out.
Here’s my idea, and I think this will cater to more people than my retarded dog stories would.
I want to write about a perfectly normal fourteen year old boy who gets sucked into some sort of really sinister forest and all this really unexplainable bad shit happens to him.
It won’t be happy and it will be gory and really fucking weird.
I might toss the idea aside after a few weeks but right now I’m feeling kind of positive about it. I’m not about writing a book, getting it published, billions of people reading it, it becomes a movie thing. That’s not my goal, for now I just want to write for myself, incorporate my own feelings into it, and see what happens from there.
I’m trying to challenge myself a little bit on the side, I’ve also written out a small dream-esque story that I’m working on turning into a 16 page illustrative piece. Like a children’s novel but…not for children.
I don’t really know why I just typed all of that out, but if any of you are interested in someday reading what I can write, I’ll hit you up. When my “unnamed illustrated story” is completed I’ll probably post it on here. Right now it’s all written out but I barely have page 1 all drawled out so.
I don’t know, I have all deez EMOTIONS and I have to get them outta there.
