First ... HAPPY AUGUST! ^ ^
Shit I just saw lightning! *-* Epic! (Nothing to do but I had to say it)
Second, I went back to house
yesterday ^ ^ And there's the Flood, in a way it's bad because I wanted to take a bath in the pool, though - since I am a being wrong as stated at least a thousand times by my boyfriend - I feel adoration visceral atmosphere that creates the rain. Dim, the sound of the drops patter against the window pane ... I like it. I find it inspiring.
Third thing ... I deleted my story. Exactly why that
crazy, but at the same time I could not feel mine.
The characters described were too different from real ones, I was unable to write every time I picked up the fateful fourth chapter. You
say that I gave up too soon, that after only three chapters (plus stuff there at the beginning, I do not even know what to call it ...) you can not know if you are able to continue it or not. Well, I tell you that it was not the first time that public, that this was the fourth draft and I worked too long from now. That the plot was too heavy, the characters were too complicated and I do not take more.
I had started at the age of twelve years, while studying at school hell of the Divine Comedy and the first draft that still retains counts 136 pages in Times New Roman, 12. Then at fourteen I decided to give her a turn, make the story more complicated, even more to weave a skein that was the basis of history. Then I did a third draft that I posted on EFP, but still did not feel at all, not reading it felt nothing. So I canceled and I have radically changed, so combining it with another story I had in mind, creating the New Urban and its various subdivisions, creating characters more complex and fascinating to me.
Only now it's as if I were to slip the reins of command, as if my characters had disowned me, as if I am outside of everything. As if I were a foreign reader who has nothing to do with them.
At one point I thought maybe it was better to continue it, to get at least the end to really understand, but it bothered me.
annoyed me that people read differently than people imagined them, not because they do not catches them in depth, but because I was unable to make myself better, unable to give them the depth they deserve.
Maybe the other end are nothing that are trivial, but for me it is fantastic for me are all because they have led my life since I was twelve years old. There was time when I did not think of a possible turning point in history, was taking to the crease. I imagine the characters making gestures of every day, I imagined them to fight, while kissing.
I even invented a position to sleep in each of them, I was careful, it's just that I was only in my mind.
I had never really tested on paper, I had never trained to describe in words, to give the proper thickness for precise movements they were doing. Then the change of gender of some characters. I'm a fangirl yaoista, so I thought to rekindle my interest in transforming the story from Het Slash.
Noah was a woman, Reed was a woman. Noel was a woman. Ema, Leah, Sasha and Keith did not exist, but there were ten other unnecessary characters.
of a are only satisfied one of the limits and I met him I just wrote something other than Labyrinth (which originally was called Schwarz World) and I still want to work on him, Ema. Other
of which, I am stubborn, I do not want to be separated is my (now is a guy in all respects) Noah ex Rackele Isaak, and now they are in love with Gere to be able to leave behind. And thanks to buy one get one free, I drag myself away even Pete. In
sontanza, the reason is that they are unable to report on paper what I imagine. I have to train and maybe in the future it seems quite far away, will take up in the hands of my beloved characters and give them their lives, they will leave the paper. Promised.
For now I will only test those four in a new story, which will change names (Vassallius Von Brandetskurch Maclintyre and belong to and remain Labyrinth Labyrinth).
or the day after tomorrow will publish the first chapter, or at least by the end of the week is coming.
Dick will remain on my hard to keep all versions of the story.
I saved all my reviews.
And thank you for the reviews, for inclusion in the preferred and in what you prefer. In particular, I thank
RIflessoCondizionato, The Harlequin, and CoryCory ChoccoDipendente. I am sorry to have
deleted. But it was my sanity, because I was really mad.
And to wrap it all is my new discovery ... Cinema Bizarre I broke up not ç__ç
I followed them for a while and when I returned I discovered that the Cinemafissa disbanded ò___ò
But I just read a fantastic thing. Perhaps
review more beautiful, more meaningful and complete I have ever received.
thank infinitely IceWarrior / Adrienne. One of the few that has been really impressed by my story. What do you got to the true meaning.
Thank you so much, was the only positive thing about this day, the only one who rescued me a smile (apart from the lightning I've seen before, of course)
JN London
