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kittydesadeHour of the Phoenix. Sure. Why not.
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adsartha - You're right, you know, there's nothing, or at least very little more frightening than a blank page/piece of paper. Very little more intimidating than having the story in your head, you know it's there, it's all fixed and you know everyone in it so well it seems a waste of time to write it down. After all, you know how it ends. And you know how your world goes, so why write it down? Why share it, why risk?
But, really, you have to. Because there's no other way, no other choice. Don't ask me how that happened, it just did. The stories perpetuate themselves, maybe, Jungian and philosophy and everything else. They need to be written, and so the universe beats us until we do. And after a while it becomes not risk but life. You jump off that cliff enough times, eventually you're going to fly.
... I have no idea what any of that means. Hah! You get confused ramblings.
gumnut - New on the block? Pah! We were all new at one point. I'd love to see any pictures you want to draw of my boys and girls; one thing I am definitely not is visually inclined. I can draw something reasonably proportional and anatomically correct, two eyes and a nose and a mouth (or more if it's called for) but I can't draw well. Decent is about the best I could ever hope for. Which is actually a pain in the ass since a lot of what I come up with to write about comes into my head in such vivid pictures. I dream in technicolor, Dolby Digital Surround-Sound, scent by Smell-O-Vision and when I wake up sometimes I can still feel arms around me. Or the blood dripping down my face, depending.
You're right. We can leave our mark, and I'm a little in awe (and more scared, really) of the mark I seem to be leaving. I've always had worlds in my head, and ever since... guh. College? I can't remember who first poked me into writing a certain amount per day, but it seemed to make sense. I'm not sure it's control so much as a knowledge of when my brain is going to go splatter all over the inside of my head. Writing more than 10k words in a day usually leaves me exhausted and dazed.
We all have our little... gifts? Quirks? Something. We all have our worlds. Some of us have just a small room in our heads where we go when we need to. Some of us have mansions. Some of us have universes over which we are lord and master, insert maniacal cackling here. And you're right. We can't just leave them there. So I guess we both have to keep going. :)
conanmagruder - You know, I always used to be envious of your storytelling ability. Roleplaying ability; I always wanted to be that good, and it freaked me out when I first started running Shadowrun. You were the standard I measured myself by.
It's ... wonderful? Flattering, and comforting to hear that from you. That there's been progress, improvement. Quality. Thanks. :)
hermitgeecko - Wow.
It's... strange, to me, now. Reading that, reading everything we've both been writing in our journals over the last few days. How we went to college for four years together and never quite hooked up/clued in/kicked together on that. In some ways it feels like we should have, a big regret I didn't know I had until these past few days.
Well, maybe we don't live together anymore, and can't run up or down and pound on each other's doors or run into each other in Commons and wave sheafs of paper at each other excitedly. Heh. I miss you, kiddo. I just had the funniest mental picture of that. But we've got journals now, and comments, and e-mails, and letters. And. Hell, it took me a while to get to this point. A while, and a lot of little mini-epiphanies and self-realizations. You'll figure it out, and we none of us are going anywhere. College isn't over. It's just spread out a little more.
You'll get there eventually. I have faith in you.
fluffy_mun - You are a loon. And probably the best cheerleader I've had in... maybe ever. Just the right mixture of ass-kicking and hope, faith, to keep it going. Got no words for you but thanks. *hugs*
lady_fox - So, I'm the second gunman on the grassy knoll, is what you're really saying? ;) N'aw. I remember. Sometimes it seems like the nights up in the tents trying not to scream and wake everyone else up were dominant, all the confusion and the not knowing what to do. Trying to figure things out while standing there in the rain catching our deaths of cold. But I do remember those other moments.
I love you, too. Thank you.
alryssa - Won't stop. Can't. Never stop. Now sounding like Zathras. :)
*smooch*
And, in general. Y'all are wonderful. Thank you guys, all of you.
adsartha - You're right, you know, there's nothing, or at least very little more frightening than a blank page/piece of paper. Very little more intimidating than having the story in your head, you know it's there, it's all fixed and you know everyone in it so well it seems a waste of time to write it down. After all, you know how it ends. And you know how your world goes, so why write it down? Why share it, why risk? But, really, you have to. Because there's no other way, no other choice. Don't ask me how that happened, it just did. The stories perpetuate themselves, maybe, Jungian and philosophy and everything else. They need to be written, and so the universe beats us until we do. And after a while it becomes not risk but life. You jump off that cliff enough times, eventually you're going to fly.
... I have no idea what any of that means. Hah! You get confused ramblings.
gumnut - New on the block? Pah! We were all new at one point. I'd love to see any pictures you want to draw of my boys and girls; one thing I am definitely not is visually inclined. I can draw something reasonably proportional and anatomically correct, two eyes and a nose and a mouth (or more if it's called for) but I can't draw well. Decent is about the best I could ever hope for. Which is actually a pain in the ass since a lot of what I come up with to write about comes into my head in such vivid pictures. I dream in technicolor, Dolby Digital Surround-Sound, scent by Smell-O-Vision and when I wake up sometimes I can still feel arms around me. Or the blood dripping down my face, depending. You're right. We can leave our mark, and I'm a little in awe (and more scared, really) of the mark I seem to be leaving. I've always had worlds in my head, and ever since... guh. College? I can't remember who first poked me into writing a certain amount per day, but it seemed to make sense. I'm not sure it's control so much as a knowledge of when my brain is going to go splatter all over the inside of my head. Writing more than 10k words in a day usually leaves me exhausted and dazed.
We all have our little... gifts? Quirks? Something. We all have our worlds. Some of us have just a small room in our heads where we go when we need to. Some of us have mansions. Some of us have universes over which we are lord and master, insert maniacal cackling here. And you're right. We can't just leave them there. So I guess we both have to keep going. :)
conanmagruder - You know, I always used to be envious of your storytelling ability. Roleplaying ability; I always wanted to be that good, and it freaked me out when I first started running Shadowrun. You were the standard I measured myself by. It's ... wonderful? Flattering, and comforting to hear that from you. That there's been progress, improvement. Quality. Thanks. :)
hermitgeecko - Wow. It's... strange, to me, now. Reading that, reading everything we've both been writing in our journals over the last few days. How we went to college for four years together and never quite hooked up/clued in/kicked together on that. In some ways it feels like we should have, a big regret I didn't know I had until these past few days.
Well, maybe we don't live together anymore, and can't run up or down and pound on each other's doors or run into each other in Commons and wave sheafs of paper at each other excitedly. Heh. I miss you, kiddo. I just had the funniest mental picture of that. But we've got journals now, and comments, and e-mails, and letters. And. Hell, it took me a while to get to this point. A while, and a lot of little mini-epiphanies and self-realizations. You'll figure it out, and we none of us are going anywhere. College isn't over. It's just spread out a little more.
You'll get there eventually. I have faith in you.
fluffy_mun - You are a loon. And probably the best cheerleader I've had in... maybe ever. Just the right mixture of ass-kicking and hope, faith, to keep it going. Got no words for you but thanks. *hugs*lady_fox - So, I'm the second gunman on the grassy knoll, is what you're really saying? ;) N'aw. I remember. Sometimes it seems like the nights up in the tents trying not to scream and wake everyone else up were dominant, all the confusion and the not knowing what to do. Trying to figure things out while standing there in the rain catching our deaths of cold. But I do remember those other moments. I love you, too. Thank you.
alryssa - Won't stop. Can't. Never stop. Now sounding like Zathras. :) *smooch*
And, in general. Y'all are wonderful. Thank you guys, all of you.
