Then everything turned left. Or did it?
The smell of gasoline has been replaced by the smell of greenery. Suddenly there is space enough to actually let me have more than one bookshelf AND both of my TVs out. What was before a tiny bathtub is now a real shower. No, I haven’t magically transformed my apartment. I moved.
Over the course of a weekend, my life changed. Most of what I thought I had lost in the first move is back: a backyard, an attic, a wide outdoors, the list goes on. Yet there are things that hasn’t changed at all; I still have my Japanese studies, and I still got those goals of getting a story published one day. And I’m still slower than any given shounen anime filler getting anything substantial out for reading. I have ideas certainly, but I never seem to have enough motivation to put them on the pages.
Part of this may stem from the fact that I don’t know if anybody even reads this journal. My siblings leave comments every now and then, and occasionally I get something from a stranger, but that’s the only clue I have on the number of readers. Not that I’m saying I won’t keep writing unless people don’t start reading (oh dear, no), I’m just curious if my scribbling has any impact around here. Though any readers I might have had are probably gone by now, here is a call-out to everyone who’s left and feels like it: leave a comment to this entry! Doesn’t have to be anything fancy, just so I know you’re there.
But even if people do read the journal, as far as fiction goes, I haven’t exactly written anything impressive in a long time, and I certainly haven’t shown anyone what I have written. The problem is this: as a novelist, your first drafts are very likely to suck, and unlike a journal entry, you ( at least I) tend to be a lot picker with the rewrite. I’ve been entertaining the thought of posting short-stories on here anyway; who knows, maybe that way I can put enough pressure on myself to make them readable.
Anyway, I’ll try - for like the eleventh time now - to update more frequently from now on. I’ve actually been working on a little something that I maybe I might perhaps consider the possibility of putting it up here someday. Maybe sooner than you think.
Over the course of a weekend, my life changed. Most of what I thought I had lost in the first move is back: a backyard, an attic, a wide outdoors, the list goes on. Yet there are things that hasn’t changed at all; I still have my Japanese studies, and I still got those goals of getting a story published one day. And I’m still slower than any given shounen anime filler getting anything substantial out for reading. I have ideas certainly, but I never seem to have enough motivation to put them on the pages.
Part of this may stem from the fact that I don’t know if anybody even reads this journal. My siblings leave comments every now and then, and occasionally I get something from a stranger, but that’s the only clue I have on the number of readers. Not that I’m saying I won’t keep writing unless people don’t start reading (oh dear, no), I’m just curious if my scribbling has any impact around here. Though any readers I might have had are probably gone by now, here is a call-out to everyone who’s left and feels like it: leave a comment to this entry! Doesn’t have to be anything fancy, just so I know you’re there.
But even if people do read the journal, as far as fiction goes, I haven’t exactly written anything impressive in a long time, and I certainly haven’t shown anyone what I have written. The problem is this: as a novelist, your first drafts are very likely to suck, and unlike a journal entry, you ( at least I) tend to be a lot picker with the rewrite. I’ve been entertaining the thought of posting short-stories on here anyway; who knows, maybe that way I can put enough pressure on myself to make them readable.
Anyway, I’ll try - for like the eleventh time now - to update more frequently from now on. I’ve actually been working on a little something that I maybe I might perhaps consider the possibility of putting it up here someday. Maybe sooner than you think.