Jump to User:

myOtaku.com: kitsune shojo


Friday, September 2, 2005


   As I said before (a long long time ago...)
I'm writing a couple of stories the art for the one of which I'm speaking is in the fanart thing. We've been reading The Scarlet Letter in English (it's a book but I can't underline it GAHH!!!) and the very last line of the book had a word in it that I didn't understand and therby couldn't understand the sentence. So I waited until class was over and asked him what it meant (the word was gules by the way, he said it was an ancient word for red)but, while I was there and since I had been meaning to do this anyway, I asked him if he'd read my story. This, in it's own right was a feat of great willpower for me because I have this gnawing fear that my characters aren't well-developed, that the story is too pieced together, that the vocabulary is to funky for my audience, (I have this bad-habit of useing out-of date words because I'll read just about whatever I get my hands on as long as it doesn't suck)I hate to force stuff on people because it seems to be the reason that I have no friends (yes I'm in a whiny mood. whine whine whine)I'm too wordy, I'm held in suspense by what the response will be, and the characters use profanity and violence. But, I knew by now that he was also a reader like myself and could understand my tale fully for what it is and very few people that I know would. What I needed and hopefully what I'll get is the kind of intelligent dicussion that one can only have with an Engllish teacher about a book or some great story. But, I hate to ask anyone to read my stuff because although I like to be praised I don't like to be braggy. (even though I think deep down I'm such an attention hog it's not funny) Such is my problem. What really killed me though (yes this is a change of gears don't get too confused if you're actually reading this) was that he didn't get a chance to read very much of it and asked if he could take it home with him over the weekend. I was actually a little bit inspired today and had written more then one or two sentences in concession so now I'm going to either have to hang on to an idea for a long weekend or write everything down on loose-leaf paper with the hollow promise that I'll rewrite it inside even though I'll really just lazily staple it in. I seem to have a tradition of allowing my English teachers to read my stories even though each one reveals my insides. This is because I had one particularly inspireing teacher and she really helped me write.(before that I mostly drew stuff) I'm sorry this is such a horribly long post but this is the whole story (vicious mind-numbing thought processes and all)but, it makes more sense that way.(Even if you have to wade through it)
Comments (1)

« Home