When I'm writing, pretty much I'll just get an idea then go with it. I almost never plan my writing in advance. Sometimes I write the ending first, then try and get back to the start from there. Like working a maze backwards.

When I have writer's block, I'll write down usually 10 words. Like, rain, fire, forest, car, etc. Then I'll go down the list till something clicks and write a paragraph about it. That usually gets me out of it.

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hmmm, ideas...

Usually I plan out my stories a little before I start writing them, get the main events down in my head. I hardly ever write down a plot before I start writing. Sometimes I do just start writing too, without really knowing what I'll do next. lol

I seem to never suffer from writers block In those rare cases that I do, it only lasts for a few hours, and I can usually counter it by drawing a picture of a scene in my story or by simply sitting there and thinking up ideas.


A new poem I wrote:
I was on vacation this Christmas to Texas, the state I arrived to when I first entered America as a Chinese immigrant. This poem was inspired when I paid a visit to my hometown. Critique welcome!


Do you appreciate the present?
Do you appreciate the life?
We languish in our insularity
The empty illusion of what we lack
So shall you flounder in enticing lies?

Standing in that courtyard of fragile promises
Seeing the sullen sky reflected in peeling paint
A dry swimming pool drowning in dirt and weeds
The cold balconies where I used to run
Am I blinded by the inferior?
For, even then, I dwelled in the life
Even then, I was happy

Do you appreciate the now?
Only when faced by the sacrifices of yesterday
When doused in the past's raw truth
Do we realize
What are the infinitesimal steps of the present
That take us to our futures?

A humble home
A humble town
How can I now disdain the meager
When so faced by my own provident hopes?
Was this the nascence of my dreams?
Was this the dawn of my future?
That day I watched an unpromising sun
Bathe in overcast shadows
Meek apartments
Modest shopping plazas
Those striving souls so similar to the yesterday of mine
And for the first time in eons
I witnessed the sunrise

Do you appreciate the present?
Do you appreciate the life?
Do you dance in those simple dreams
That define the current bliss?
Or do you drown in those demons of envy
That whisper of all that you lack?
Because the past brings us to the now
And the now does not endure for eternity

I dare you to live your life

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Wowzers. I really like it! I actually love it for that matter!

Hmm, I recently rewrote a very short, short story and I might post it up some time soon...

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<center>“Envy consists in seeing things never in themselves, but only in their relations. If you desire glory, you may envy Napoleon, but Napoleon envied Caesar, Caesar envied Alexander, and Alexander, I daresay, envied Hercules, who never existed.”
at one point, I was alejandrah.

Jimmy...wow...

My favorite part was this:



Awesome.

thanks, people

Curran, I'd love to read your story.

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Here it is, though I warn you, it's not very good and it's rated barely PG.

The room was filled with the faint light only provided by dusk. Inside a young boy sat alone in his playroom, waiting for his daddy to come and play cars with him like he promised. The boy had a dark red truck, a recent birthday present from the father he was waiting on, in his hands which he absentmindedly spun the wheel on. Something wasn’t right; his daddy should have been there by now. Something was wrong.

Outside the wind blew the old oak and willow trees, causing shadows to dance in his playroom. The boy looked up, his long, brown hair falling in his face. He shook his head, the stray locks falling away from his dark, expressive eyes. The shadows frightened him; they always had. Rising slowly to his feet, the young boy edged out of the room, carefully maneuvering as to avoid the dancing shadow cast upon his room.

Truck still in hand, he went in search of his daddy. The whole house seemed to be filled with the same pale light as his playroom, and the same dancing shadows seemed to chase him. With his heart rate increasing, he continued to avoid the shadows, all the while inching toward his parents’ room. He could see a soft golden light peaking out from the crack under the door.

Reaching up to the doorknob, he cracked the door open soundlessly and slipped inside, closing the door just as silently. His daddy was in here, sitting on the edge of the bed like he often did when he was thinking. But something wasn’t right. Something was wrong. From his position by the door, he could see his daddy, but his daddy couldn’t see him.

With a confused look on his young face, he watched as his daddy opened up a bottle of pills, dumped them out, and took them. All of them. The father got up, legs shaking underneath him, and stumbled into the bathroom. Naturally, the boy followed. His daddy stumbled again, nearly falling. He grabbed the sink to steady himself. With wide eyes the son watched on, unable to tear his eyes away or say a word. His daddy pulled out two more bottles of pills and took them as well; finally, he was able to speak.

“Daddy?” he called out in little more than a whisper.

The father turned around, the son noting that his eyes looked funny.

“Daddy?” he called again, a little louder.

“Anderson…,” the father slurred.

“Daddy, what’s wrong with you?” Anderson asked, fear cracking through his normally calm tone like you crack through thin ice.

“N-n-noth-nothing…” was the stuttered reply before Anderson’s daddy lapsed into unconsciousness.

Before he lapsed into death.

Anderson’s eyes grew even wider with fear and shock, his lower lip trembled. He ran over to his daddy, his little hands grasping over his broad shoulders. Terrified, he opened his mouth to yell for the one person he knew would help.

“MOMMY!!!”

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<center>“Envy consists in seeing things never in themselves, but only in their relations. If you desire glory, you may envy Napoleon, but Napoleon envied Caesar, Caesar envied Alexander, and Alexander, I daresay, envied Hercules, who never existed.”
at one point, I was alejandrah.

that was good! frightening! I usually list the main events and characters + places/settings before I start writing.. it usually helps, but not always tho.

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I revisited AU on Jan 14th after an almost 10-year break! The nostalgia..!

That was magnificent! I love the way you specified the mood in the first paragraph of the story, and how you combined innocence in the form of the little boy with the dark shadows that pursued him. Overall, very haunting and has a powerful message. Nice job!

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Thanks, it's very, very different than what I normally write, so it was quite the adventure for me.

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<center>“Envy consists in seeing things never in themselves, but only in their relations. If you desire glory, you may envy Napoleon, but Napoleon envied Caesar, Caesar envied Alexander, and Alexander, I daresay, envied Hercules, who never existed.”
at one point, I was alejandrah.

Draws you in right away! Excellent.

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Heres a little poem i wrote, soemthing short, easy to do.

Wraiths
Hidden darkness
Once kings
Now, neither living
Nor dead.

On horses,
they once rode
then were given,
beasts of terror
forever to fly
in the darkened skies.

Their king,
was a mighty King,
who could not be killed
by any hand of man.
But was eventually bested
by Woman.

They lost that day,
fallen Kings,
now dead.

Those are really good, Dark!

"Bested by woman" I like that. I AM WOMAN! HERE ME ROAR!