Genkaku Soup

I've actually been writing a lot lately, but it's on paper.
things have been pretty busy. might have to reduce my appearance on the internet because I really don't have enough in the way of content (or even actually good content) to warrant having so many places to go.
so uh
if you're reading this, thanks. I'll try to make you proud, even if it means disappearing for awhile.

now that I've got some things figured out, and hopefully can get some resources working, I'm gonna post something big starting around new years. it'll probably be linked here, just because lj's pretty kind with lots of words words words and stories/illustrations tend to look better here.
to be honest, I'm a little worried about it. I've put a stupid, stupid amount of work into it, especially considering what it is. it's ridiculous, so I've decided to start posting it. I need to whittle some stuff down for the posted draft but sadusil;hnosdgafduigb yeah, I'm worried. but I figure, if I've made it through classes of advanced writing critique, I should be used to both negative criticism and no response at all.
so, yeah. I'll keep you posted.
promise.

so I write in .rtf files (and soon I'll probably write in .txt files because I'm a weirdo and don't like complex formatting for things), and a story I'm working on now is just under 100 kb.

the last time I wrote a story over that, it was a horrible mary sue-laden kingdom hearts fanfiction crossover monstrosity.

granted it has a lot to go and a lot of editing before it sees the light of day, but the fact that it is not a, based on jrpg shenanigans and anime cliches, b, doesn't have characters based explicitly on my friends and myself, or c, filled with dialogue written solely in caps because omg they're so mad guise, I suppose I should be a little proud of myself?

I've noticed I do swear a lot, though. I'm not sure if it's the fault of the characters or my inner monologue clawing its way out.

I look back on my writing from a few years ago and it's all "crap" and "damn" and "hell" and those were blush-inducing.

now dudes are saying "fuck this fucking shit" and smoking and drinking and there's lots of sexual tension I guess but it's all so laid-back about it my old self would probably be so ashamed.


hmmm...

oh my god lj I can actually access you now?

this does not bode well. I might actually make a tumblr or something because this is kind of ridiculous.

hhhhhhh more to come later.

continued from first post. apparently LJ does have an entry size limit. /sexual pun goes here.

~***~( x. please, please make me what I want to be...! )
( xi. is that so )
( xii. an upside-down girl, an adult's world )
( epilogue. and is that... )

gonna be posting a story, bros. I KNOW RIGHT 9<9

I'll be updating this post throughout the week, so stay tuned! <3

title: unhappy refrain
synopsis: a young girl wants to be a hero in a world of people who are anything but. a certain lazy god lives the life of an interstellar hobo and avoids responsibility of any kind. a world destroying cannon gets between them and maybe they'll both learn something.
disclaimers: mae/grandcannon is owned by sensou-chan on DA. unhappy refrain is a kickass song by wowaka. arthur is kind of owned by yahtzee but at this point maybe not really.

anyway, let's get started.

~***~
( i. words aligned in rows )
( ii. the one-man performance (was a great success) )
( iii. alone on the streets of the city )
( iv. can we retrace our steps here? ) ( v. is that so, is that so... )

( vi. all told... )
( vii. there's no point to it )
( viii. wounded all over, it's game over )
( ix. one more time. )
~***~

( it seems like everyone on the internet these days is gay )

I dunno, I thought I was due for a hurr durr random thoughts post.

( just some thoughts on what I've heard about these shenanigans )

in all its mikely glory.

note: I haven't given this extensive editing and wrote it half awake and half I don't even. so, fair warning.

( Read more... )

now put your hands on your hips---!

meanwhile, I feel the need to mention this. but I've been trying to write more, right, and have gotten more done than I did, like, all last year. of course, that's not saying a lot, but still. with this, though, it seems my brain's trying to switch gears to facilitate writing; the more I try to achieve that conscious state of flow, the more foreign and awkward drawing seems to feel. last night I picked up my tablet pen and had absolutely no idea what to do with it. it was strange... I guess this is where I say I have more inherent faith in my writing than in my artistic abilities, but I've been told I draw better than how I write, so... I am conflicted!

also, I feel the need to testify to my trying not to be such a self-loathing derp, so I'll try to keep holding myself to that. at least I've been able to keep it up for a few days, but it's left me kind of frustrated with everything. like, when I try to think I'm not awful at everything, I wonder why everything else stays that way. either way, I've been trying to put that negative energy into something productive. so, that's good.

if anyone would like to know, too, I think I still have an appointment about a month away about my strange hand/arm problems. it hasn't been so terrible lately, but the fact it's persisted...

in conclusion, here's a completely unrelated fact. the other day my little brother and I decided to order a pizza when the 'rents went out. he wanted to order it the moment they left, but he'd just eaten lunch, so I decided to hold off on ordering. he checked on me soon later, asking when we'd order it already because he didn't want to keep snacking. I told him in an hour or so, and he went back to his lair downstairs. and then he ate a granola bar and a brick of that instant ramen and came back to ask when we'd get the pizza.
"So," I asked him, "do you just want to order this pizza to keep from eating something else?"
He nodded.
"...are you even hungry?"
He shrugged.
scenarios like this might be why I weigh less now than I did in high school but either way, AMERICA.