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NaNoWriMo (or "National Novel Writing Month") is something I've wanted to do for a couple years now. I have barely been writing anything at all in the last year and a bit, so as you might surmise, I am not participating this year. <tangent> But as I've said several times now (but have yet to actually act upon), I'd like to start writing more often. I'm getting to the point where I'm caught up on a lot of things, now, (although most of said things are trivial and/or are entertainment) and am finding myself rather bored increasingly often. I've begun to read more often now, (which is a good sign), but I really want to get back into the swing of writing things, too. </tangent>

Anywho, I've decided that I'd like to participate in NaNoWriMo (hopefully) next year, even though I'll still be in university. I don't expect I'll actually meet the 50,000 word goal, but I'm going to try to use it to get the bulk (or at the very least, a significant chunk) of my novel done; and hopefully the momentum will carry over into the months following November 2015. This of course means I'll need to figure out what the plot's going to be, whether I want there to be a sequel or not, how I'm going to structure the book plot-wise; and most agonizing of all, write skeleton chapters so I don't end up plot-holing myself. I have no delusions in regards to this, and I know it's a lot of work, but I have a year. I do have some of the work done already -- the main characters are pretty well conceived in my mind, I've got a basic idea of what the plot should look like, and I've decided on the style of writing and the basic format for the book. But that's pretty much it, as it stands. I've got bits of the first two skeleton chapters done, but they need an overhaul and I may end up discarding them completely. <sigh> It's gonna be a lot of work, but I am cautiously optimistic and excited about it. It's an excitement that I haven't felt for some time and I hope it will persist.

I will probably be writing some short stories in the next few months, just to get back into prose writing (hopefully some poems will materialize as well) so look forward to those. I might upload bits and pieces of the book here and there if there's parts where I need feedback or advice or something. Of course, any tips that anyone might share in regards to meeting these goals would be greatly appreciated.

And so it goes.
  • Mood: Optimism
  • Listening to: Epica, Ramshackle Glory, Nightwish, ReVamp
  • Reading: A Short History of Nearly Everything byBill Bryson
  • Watching: Castle, Supernatural, Agents of SHIELD
  • Playing: Magic: The Gathering
  • Eating: Mostly pizza and its derivatives.
  • Drinking: Cream soda and water.

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Nicholas
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I'm a writer, not an artist! And a pretty damn good one at that. :iconimsarcasticplz:

I'm looking to be a scientist by the time I finish university (read: PhD). I'm a student of philosophy, though I'm not enrolled in any philosophy classes. I'm a decent writer by any standard and an arrogant one by most. I'm politically active as an anarcho-communist and I try to address social issues with my writing, particularly my poems, but I also convey personal emotions in them, as well as my spiritual beliefs (I am a Naturalistic Pantheist and atheist; by spiritual I do not mean supernatural, to be clear.)

If you enjoy my writing, you're probably crazy; but then again, life is boring if you aren't. Normalcy's nothing to be proud of, in my opinion. I suppose I'm a fairly introverted person, though my friends know me to be loud and to laugh readily. Meeting strangers, particularly cute girls or respectable adults, is where my shyness reveals itself. I think too much, feel too much, and eat too much, and I don't think any of those things will ever change. I've been told on occasion that I am wise beyond my years and clever beyond reckoning, but despite my arrogance I have never really convinced myself of these supposed facts.

I love nature, especially forests and rivers; and I absolutely love pictures of nebulae and galaxies and the like from various observatories and the Hubble Space Telescope. I'd very much like to get a telescope of my own. I love standing outside, looking at the stars. Meteor showers are my favourite things to watch but I've only ever seen two. I love the complexity of life, and the greater universe. It's all so amazing.

I appreciate music greatly, though mostly metal and classical (and sometimes both combined); and I would have loved to have been gifted with musical ability, but I'm useless at playing music. I have an 11-key range on a piano, which is ridiculous, (I have big hands, ok?) but I'm useless with one. I love any music with cello, violin, or viola in it, and I wish I could play any of them, but alas -- no talent. I suppose I must make up for it in my writing. Some of my favourite bands are (in no particular order) Nightwish, Epica, Freedom Call, Gamma Ray, Dream Theater, System of a Down, Blind Guardian, and ReVamp, among others. I love Chopin's (classical) work as well.

I'm mercilessly rational, which accounts for the aforementioned wisdom, I suppose. I often find myself struggling to accept the paradigms of society, as most of them are irrational. And I really, really like pizza. And pasta. And pretty well anything else with cheese. Not relevant, really, but needed to be said.

I love living, but it terrifies me. Odd, that. Suppose that's how it's supposed to be.

My best friend in the world is MissSoarrow , so be nice to her!

As you may read below I'm a very quotable person.

"Perhaps, I think, the important thing is not only that we look to the stars in reverence, but that occasionally we tear our eyes from the great void for a moment to look over at our fellow humans, give them a smile, and encourage them to gaze at the wonders of the cosmos along with us."
― Me

"Those who think the air empty have never breathed the breath of life, they have never stood in the gale and released their pain and worries to the calming wind; never let themselves go, free in the swirling eddies of the ever-moving air. There is life in the air, in all the world, every day, in everyone and everywhere."
― Me (yet again)

“Judge a man by his questions rather than by his answers.”
― Voltaire

"Come, come, whoever you are; wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving; Ours is no caravan of despair; come, yet again, come"
― Rumi, Sufi poet
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Walking down the street is hard. Well, it's physically easy. But mentally, it's a struggle. You have to get out of bed before you can even do it, which is hard enough. Then you have to make yourself look presentable, even though you never are. You have to look at yourself in the mirror and make sure your skin isn't so transparent that it shows the weak blood beneath. That, and, you know, zits.

Even if you do manage to get out of the door; which is not always the case, as sometimes it isn't willing to open; you have to face the judging eyes behind the curtains of every house you pass. You have to listen to their whisperings, their deceptions and insults and lies that you always seem to believe. Sometimes you want to  scream at them, tell them off. But you know that when the door opens they deny it all, they say it's in your head, that you're mad. They haven't the faintest idea, as they say, why you would accuse them of engaging in such horrible behaviour.

If you manage to get out of the drive, crescent; or whatever small, secluded street you may live on; you then have to face the even more pleasant ordeal of weathering the oncoming storm of automobiles. The arrogant trucks, the leering cars, the scoffing SUVs and minivans. They hurl insults and zip away before you have a chance to retort. You want to run after them, try to catch them at a red light. You want to pound on their windows and tell them they're wrong, that they don't know anything about you, that you're a good person, an honest person, someone who's trying their hardest. If you could just catch up to them, talk to them, maybe you could convince them that they're wrong about you. But you're always left behind. And it was never them you had to convince.
Left Behind
Just something that popped into my head and needed to be written -- I'm probably going to be writing a lot of these sorts of things as I get back into writing over the next year.

This one is very much a depiction of what it feels like, for me, to have to deal with perfectionism, anxiety, insecurity, and depression. Sometimes it very much feels like it's imposed on you, and that can make it so much harder to reach out. (But it is worth it, trust me.)
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The wind howls down the dreary streets,
Rustling once more the long fallen leaves.
A chill creeps through my meager wrappings;
Infecting flesh with cold paralysis,
Leaving joints stiff, robotic, immobile.

The bellowing roar of the wind,
From Winter's Maw it flows;
Cold dread and terror's kind
The living heart too well knows.

The vitality that once flowed in my blood
Drains away, shutters itself deep inside,
Within my chest, wrapped about my heart
To ensure that the small flame within
Would burn despite the darkness beyond.

The wind bites at the ears,
And whispers with a foul tongue.
Violent air, so sharp and clear
Darts inward and stabs the lungs.

Thoughts slow as neurons freeze and thaw,
As the heat and life is rent from the blood,
Before it could hope to reach the brain.
The gruesome jaws of the ethereal beast
Gnawing on my exposed carotid artery.

From the clouds in winter's thrall,
The frozen daggers lightly fall.
In glacial whorls and blustery squall,
The bitter gale devours all.
Winter's Maw
A poem inspired by a surprisingly well timed facebook post (unrelated to the subject matter, but containing the words "winter poem") which lead to a thought, which subsequently lead to inspiration for this, which is by far my most chilling poem. (Yes, I wrote the whole poem just to make this pun. Yes, it was absolutely worth it.)

I hope this poem adequately expresses the degree to which I hate winter.
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NaNoWriMo (or "National Novel Writing Month") is something I've wanted to do for a couple years now. I have barely been writing anything at all in the last year and a bit, so as you might surmise, I am not participating this year. <tangent> But as I've said several times now (but have yet to actually act upon), I'd like to start writing more often. I'm getting to the point where I'm caught up on a lot of things, now, (although most of said things are trivial and/or are entertainment) and am finding myself rather bored increasingly often. I've begun to read more often now, (which is a good sign), but I really want to get back into the swing of writing things, too. </tangent>

Anywho, I've decided that I'd like to participate in NaNoWriMo (hopefully) next year, even though I'll still be in university. I don't expect I'll actually meet the 50,000 word goal, but I'm going to try to use it to get the bulk (or at the very least, a significant chunk) of my novel done; and hopefully the momentum will carry over into the months following November 2015. This of course means I'll need to figure out what the plot's going to be, whether I want there to be a sequel or not, how I'm going to structure the book plot-wise; and most agonizing of all, write skeleton chapters so I don't end up plot-holing myself. I have no delusions in regards to this, and I know it's a lot of work, but I have a year. I do have some of the work done already -- the main characters are pretty well conceived in my mind, I've got a basic idea of what the plot should look like, and I've decided on the style of writing and the basic format for the book. But that's pretty much it, as it stands. I've got bits of the first two skeleton chapters done, but they need an overhaul and I may end up discarding them completely. <sigh> It's gonna be a lot of work, but I am cautiously optimistic and excited about it. It's an excitement that I haven't felt for some time and I hope it will persist.

I will probably be writing some short stories in the next few months, just to get back into prose writing (hopefully some poems will materialize as well) so look forward to those. I might upload bits and pieces of the book here and there if there's parts where I need feedback or advice or something. Of course, any tips that anyone might share in regards to meeting these goals would be greatly appreciated.

And so it goes.
  • Mood: Optimism
  • Listening to: Epica, Ramshackle Glory, Nightwish, ReVamp
  • Reading: A Short History of Nearly Everything byBill Bryson
  • Watching: Castle, Supernatural, Agents of SHIELD
  • Playing: Magic: The Gathering
  • Eating: Mostly pizza and its derivatives.
  • Drinking: Cream soda and water.

What is the nature of reality?
What is the reality of nature?

What excites me? Interests me? Enrages me?
Enchants me? I still have so much to learn
about myself - and it's terrifying.

But it also intrigues and excites me
Beyond the scope of any reasonable expectation.
I could do - and be - so much...
Or I could do little to nothing significant.

In the vast expanse of my potential,
I am afraid to venture out into myself.
So I hide in anxiety and anger and laughter
And pain.
Maybe it's time I set sail.
Questions
Maybe I've had the answers all along, but have simply been afraid to find them.
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Agonized faces, twisted into morbid smiles
Bodies dragged along behind; unwilling,
Yet spurred on by frivolous anxiety.

The mask cracks and fractures; begins to fail.
The light slips through, and burns the skin;
The Persona withers and inner tensions mount
And it implodes.

Revealed is a face scarred by tears
And unwrinkled by laughter.
A face so real and terrifying, and gruesome,
That we demand it never be seen.
And so it dies. And so do we.

We are wandering husks,
Devoid of feeling;
Utterly empty
And paraded about,
As if our warm corpses
Still possessed any semblance of life.
The Parade of the Soulless
Apparently 'dystopian' poems like this one and many other previous ones, and nature/pantheist poems are pretty much the only ones I write nowadays. So be it. This one's pretty grim.
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Hi there,
You have been featured on My-Soul-Bleeds-Ink's front page as the featured deviant of the week. :la:
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A-Wandering-Man Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2014  Student Writer
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?! Awesome! Thank you!
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Hello! :wave:

On behalf of #SixWordStories, I would just like to welcome you to the Group!

We have many ways for you to get involved. If you have past stories, just submit them to Freestyle, and it'll be accepted if it is a proper story. We also have Prompts, but they're a bit more restrictive... More information about them is displayed here. We have listed our guidelines here, which includes our definition on What is a Six Word Story? to help you. ^^;

If there are any queries, please don't hesitate to contact us! More of our Happenings are displayed on the right hand side of our front page. :love:
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A-Wandering-Man Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2013  Student Writer
I've actually read most of that already, and have submitted one for the word prompt. ^_^
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Awesome! :la:
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I'm glad your bonding with the LLama I sent over. I'm building a herd myself.
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:)
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